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October 6, 2026 at 2:39 PM
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Sticks That Made Thunder by Steel Drivers

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Sticks That Made Thunder
The Steeldrivers · Where Rainbows Never Die: Best of The SteelDrivers · Song · 2023
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July 2, 2025 at 5:27 PM
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As a teaser for Saturday, here's a snippet from Chapter 11, in which Lady Vaeol catches up with Krastaes her First Axe after the last six years away from home...

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After tea, Theore grandmotherly taught our children treesongs while Krastaes cooked sweetcakes. Yet right erenow while I was writing this log upon the main deck, Krastaes yielded wine and sat beside. I set pen, topped my inkwell, and sat back while we traded the cup and listened to wind in the upper boughs, a near squox chattering naughtily (his younger children feed them, against farmers’ wontful hatred), and birdsong. A while we stayed in idle mindfulness, begladdening friendship. ~Stya zhiathadam?~ asked my First Axe: “What have we learned?” I chuckled while I thought answer, which shifted my mood wry. I told his winebrewing skill has rightly grown. Furthermore, I have learned motherhood shifts one’s whole worldsight, but with little wisdom and much worry, and much love unspeakable. I added ladyhood craves to love enlightenship and giftfulness, but more truly wishes to ward wealth and foremostness, and that I hate hallcraft even moreso now than when I had left Son. Lastly, I told sheerness-rite can never cleanse enough wifeslaughter’s bloodfilth, as I learned from slaying Byreath. As I shrove, my bitterness doubtlessly showed in my antennae’s downward curl. Krastaes nodded, whence I got an understanding wit. He blessed my thanks of the wine and handed back the cup. Then he told he had again learned the bliss of a child’s love when he had gone up to Noruma in the highlands and had first looked into his grandson’s eyes. Then he asked what I had felt when first Aeosel my son and I beheld each other. I looked down to the treeyard where our children played and dawdled from chores. ~Vaea rualf,~ I whispered: “I would yield life.”
October 22, 2025 at 8:42 PM