K. Tempest Bradford — Peripatetic Author, Podcaster, Teacher


Recent Publications

    • Sunspot Jungle cover
    • mother of invention anthology cover


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    • Meet Alethea Kontis | #FriendlyFriday
      I don't plan to repost the old Friendly Fridays here, though I'm making an exception today. Why? Because today is the birthday of the illustrious Alethea Kontis, who is not only my dear friend but also the person who came up with this great concept. Wish her a happy birthday by dropping a buck or two into her birthday fundraiser :) If you've been following me for a while, you may recognize Alethea's name from my frequent visits to Florida. She and I have ranted about fairy tales together, challenged people together, and had magical times at the Space Center as well as the beach. Most of the time when I tell people I know her they ask: "So, the princess thing--is she like that ALL the time?" As with most beautifully complex people, the answer is a complicated mix of yes and no....
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    • support me on patreonSection 3 | Chapter 1 (Part 1) – #PyramidsAndPunk [Supporters Only]
      The copper scarab sailed over the Nile, flying so fast over the green waters of the delta that boats in its wake dipped and bowed as if pushed by an invisible hand or a strong wind. Atet hummed the machine higher in the air, and Ibi felt the reaction of the soldiers in the cabin. Before, they were awed but fearful, now they were terrified. None of them had ever been up this high, had to look so far to find the horizon--not that most of them were looking. Only Ziwat was enjoying herself, leaning as far out the back of the cabin as she could and still feel safe, calling out every feature on the ground she recognized from above. If Ibi had been in control of her body, she would have laughed. They followed the path of the water until the delta waters coalesced into the river proper, then turned West toward the Library. As they drew closer there was a change in the vibrations resonating up from the ground to them. Atet opened herself up more so Ibi could begin to understand--the three pyramids of the Library were responding to the song, just as the scarab itself was....
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