Paladins of the Forge-God; divinely touched souls, after their service, flying to the forge-fires, curling within iron and silver and gold — each successive generation of them setting forth with their predecessors' love and wisdom nestled protectively around them, held as close as skin in stud and hoop and barbell.
What is a writer?
A miserable little pile of words!
Call me MP or Miz
Fiction attempted, with various levels of success.
Yes, I do need help, thank you for noticing.
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