A story without a heart is dead, and the only place it will get a heart is from the author. We stain our words red with our own blood, and our hearts are stained red by His.
Kira Thomas was born smack in the middle of autumn – only, she was born in Texas, so really it was late summer. Since then, she migrated like a very confused pigeon for a few years, before settling in the center of a tangle of trees where she enjoys mixing large portions of clay-filled dirt, killing the plants she does not like and watering the plants she does. She will then consume their offspring.
She is fond of the simple things – to grow from the honest earth; to make with your hands; to create from nothingness entire worlds and people from 26 randomized splotches of ink on smashed tree pulp; to bring forth beauty out of chaos.
If you were looking for her, she could be found on Instagram, outside somewhere, or avoiding her novel in other, more interesting ways. She was formerly seen around the internet as Athelas Hale.
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March 2014 – July 2018