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Storyteller drawn to beauty and the wretched ✦ PATRON - dark literary fiction, woven with a supernatural thread. ✦ The Wolf and the Wall - TTRPG homebrew. Join me: Patreon: www.patreon.com/monadreth IG: www.instagram.com/mona.dreth

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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 10h
You are SO incredibly ETHEREAL
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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 08/10/2026
The exhibition starts today and I am decidedly not going.
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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 07/10/2026
Just submitted art to a competition and regretting it immediately
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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 29/09/2026
The Well. Where all things began, or perhaps, where they ended. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
I would have heard it for the first time when I was pulled from the waters of the well. It was only ever known as a well to me, but it wasn't made of stacked stone, or pumped by an iron handle, as the ones I think to now. Our well was simply a shallow pool within a grove of trees. There was no path there but for the one worn down into dark, smooth clay by our feet. The water was ice cold, fed from deep underground, and in Autumn, stained umber by the leaves falling within.
It would have been spoken over me there, as names were spoken over countless other boys being given to the Mothers. Some of them thrashed beneath the surface until foam clustered at the edges. Others were lowered in the same way they were lifted out - stricken and staring - with the water turning to glass between. 
I have no way of knowing what my body did in that moment. I don't remember it, or the sound of my name on the other side. All I really remember are the bony hands gripping my limbs, the shape of children huddled, watching at the bank, and the wavering white of the moon, glimpsed from underneath
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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 29/09/2026
The Well. Where all things began, or perhaps, where they ended. #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
I would have heard it for the first time when I was pulled from the waters of the well. It was only ever known as a well to me, but it wasn't made of stacked stone, or pumped by an iron handle, as the ones I think to now. Our well was simply a shallow pool within a grove of trees. There was no path there but for the one worn down into dark, smooth clay by our feet. The water was ice cold, fed from deep underground, and in Autumn, stained umber by the leaves falling within.
It would have been spoken over me there, as names were spoken over countless other boys being given to the Mothers. Some of them thrashed beneath the surface until foam clustered at the edges. Others were lowered in the same way they were lifted out - stricken and staring - with the water turning to glass between. 
I have no way of knowing what my body did in that moment. I don't remember it, or the sound of my name on the other side. All I really remember are the bony hands gripping my limbs, the shape of children huddled, watching at the bank, and the wavering white of the moon, glimpsed from underneath
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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 28/09/2026
Doing everything in my power not to write the words "pregnant pause"
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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 10/09/2026
No thoughts. Only these two. #Booksky
Antoine,
First: I've closed the account with Master Alves and his portion of the sum has been endowed to his family holdings. I've placed our contributions into a suspense account for now, until we have a chance to decide what best to do. Enclosed are copies of the transfer documentation for your records.
Second: What's gotten into you? Mallory came by this morning to ask for your whereabouts. I spent all day asking others in turn. 
I understand these past few weeks have been trying, but disappearing without a word is churlish, even for you, and sends us all into a frenzy. She has enough to worry about as it is.
When you return - and I have to trust you will, soon - come out with me to the stables. We can either talk, properly, or I can strike you across the face. Whichever will help.
You'll be the death of me, going on like this.							-  B
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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 12/09/2026
I wrote about these! bsky.app/profile/mona...
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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 11/09/2026
Overthinking the word "nutty" to describe artichoke meat. Every possible combination and sequence just seems... ill advised
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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 11/09/2026
my headcanon is at war with my own canon #booksky
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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 11/09/2026
I love fat horse no. 37
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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 11/09/2026
Thank you! That is so kind of you to say 🤍
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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 11/09/2026
My boy, what have they done to my boy...
The open tray at my side clatters, and I glance down to the array of fresh porcelain boxes, jostling against one another as the wheels take up every rut and stone along the track. 

Painted upon them in lace-fine hand are daffodils with petals of pure white, graceful stems, and gold coronas limned red, as a pheasant's eye. 

I would have taken joy in the beauty of those strokes, the apparent sway and bend of each flower, even some days ago. The thought of finding such skill and execution - hidden away in the fringes of town, where industry quiets away and good work resides still - it would have delighted me. The little thrill I'd have felt walking by the passing merchants at market, peddling boxes much the same but entirely different. Still white, still painted, but thick-formed, adorned with coarse strokes of a brush, brusque with repetition and the pang of hunger. 
But now, after all that's happened…

They rattle again with another lurch of the carriage, and they remind me of loose teeth in a withered jaw. I look away.
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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 10/09/2026
No thoughts. Only these two. #Booksky
Antoine,
First: I've closed the account with Master Alves and his portion of the sum has been endowed to his family holdings. I've placed our contributions into a suspense account for now, until we have a chance to decide what best to do. Enclosed are copies of the transfer documentation for your records.
Second: What's gotten into you? Mallory came by this morning to ask for your whereabouts. I spent all day asking others in turn. 
I understand these past few weeks have been trying, but disappearing without a word is churlish, even for you, and sends us all into a frenzy. She has enough to worry about as it is.
When you return - and I have to trust you will, soon - come out with me to the stables. We can either talk, properly, or I can strike you across the face. Whichever will help.
You'll be the death of me, going on like this.							-  B
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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 09/09/2026
Working on a little piece for an indie authors upcoming sequel... Need to add more feathers. And claws. 💙📚
Sketch of a female warrior, half fae, half siren, reaching for an arrow
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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 06/09/2026
FOOD for thought he he I see what you did there
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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 05/09/2026
"The full force of my Dorito-build on display" - words I never thought I'd write. Click through for an old-man-yells-at-cloud post on first person POV's and character descriptions.
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Mirror, mirror | Mona Dreth
When I was working on the early concept of Patron, I passed a few initial draft pages to a friend for a sort of sense-check. He was intrigu
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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 02/09/2026
Do you know this woman? News coming soon... ✨
Morrigan from Dragon Age Origins
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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 27/08/2026
What colour hair/eyes/complexion do you see him as having? I just finished rendering - up on Patreon this week!
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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 25/08/2026
He's side-eyeing the adventurers and pursing his lips at the dirt under their fingernails. At the last place they looted, he found a bolt of silk and has taken to throwing it over his bedroll at night.
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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 24/08/2026
One thing you should know about me as a GM is that I WILL kill you
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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 23/08/2026
My main character is a textile merchant. When I came across this weirdly specific, no-context post let me tell you I was ALARMED
A meme of a blonde woman with the words "I am not entering into another relationship with a rival textile merchant from any of my past lives."
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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 23/08/2026
It's gorgeous!
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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 23/08/2026
Hello all! I'm Mona, a writer and GM, currently in the process of pulling material together for my full campaign, The Wolf and the Wall. I'd love to have fellow GMs and players join me on the journey.
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A guide to running The Wolf and The Wall | Mona Dreth
I'm starting to pull together a guide to running The Wolf and The Wall, with the view to eventually dragging all materials into the form of
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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 22/08/2026
Now that I've spent 9 hours on Side Project 4, I can move back to Side Project 1.
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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 22/08/2026
It's about time I start pulling together a guide on how to run my tabletop RPG. I love throwing a cart before a horse and telling it to drink
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A guide to running The Wolf and The Wall | Mona Dreth
I'm starting to pull together a guide to running The Wolf and The Wall, with the view to eventually dragging all materials into the form of
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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 19/08/2026
I should probably try actually writing at some point this week
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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 19/08/2026
😅 It's a Faustian bargain. A merchant has been building a beautiful life and now his debt has come due!
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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 18/08/2026
Beta readers: God, your poor main character. He's suffering! It's horrible! Me: Yes :)
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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 18/08/2026
Ok but hear me out - Bastien, his best friend, had to come next
Sketch of a man in period clothing perched against a low wallClose up - sketch of a man in period clothing perched against a low wall
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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 17/08/2026
That's so kind! Thank you for noticing the expression! The answer is - he is going through a LOT :)
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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 17/08/2026
I should be writing, reading, or doing virtually anything else, but instead I am sketching my main character, Antoine
Rough sketch of a man in a frock coat looking over his shoulder Close up - rough sketch of a man in a frock coat looking over his shoulder
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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 17/08/2026
👀🫣
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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 17/08/2026
A gold signet ring with the letter A engraved on its face - a reminder of who he is; who he has built himself to be.
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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 17/08/2026
Wonderful, thank you! :)
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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 17/08/2026
Hello! I'd love to be added please 🤍
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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 13/08/2026
Um WOW?
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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 13/08/2026
Only the finest for him!
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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 13/08/2026
If you're interested in getting lost in the brambles with me - join me on Patreon.
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Welcome to the thicket | Mona Dreth
A thicket is simply what grows. Tangled, overrun, wildling and raw. There's no clear path; every vine and branch curls and nestles until it
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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 13/08/2026
The amount of STRESS I would feel trying to organise something suitable for Antoine's affluent taste! It's setting my palms a-prickling
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deer @boneccrone.bsky.social · 13/08/2026
Hot for Hylas
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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 12/08/2026
Haha - not romantasy. It's dark literary fiction with a supernatural thread :)
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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 12/08/2026
Heartbreak, you say? There's no shortage of that in my book...! #WIPSnips #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
She recovers the moment lightly, as though it hadn't happened, giving both of us grace. "Well, I do hope you meet him one day soon - my Casimir. You'd take to him immediately. It's impossible not to."

Is that right.

I hadn't thought of him much - this Casimir. I know enough of the men I've met since coming to this town - my associates, my clients - to imagine him. A boy. Impetuous; senselessly driven by the heat of his own blood, ripping through the world, with his mothers and sisters and lovers carefully stitching whatever rift he tears into it, pricking their fingers. I'd seen it happen time and time again. Only Bastien seems to look where he's stepping, lest he crush something underfoot. Perhaps that's why I'd let him close.

In any case, I realise with a sense of strange gratitude, Casimir will be forced to reckon with at least one of his foolish actions soon. And if it leads him away from her, Luciole will move through the heartache, and find another. She's young.
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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 12/08/2026
In good news, writing on Part II is well underway. In bad news, my MMC continues to suffer.
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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 12/08/2026
I pulled together some sample chapters to release but then realised this counts as previously published if I want to follow the trad route! Rip me I guess
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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 07/08/2026
Hi there! I'm relatively new here too! Nice to meet you.
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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 06/08/2026
Constantly, and to himself, most of all.
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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 06/08/2026
It's so tough to be inspired heavily by an existing universe. I think there are enough adjustments you could make that would distance yourself sufficiently, but WotC is like the nintendo of TTRPG IP! I understand your concerns!
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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 06/08/2026
This is such a beautiful book! It was one of my favourites when I was young.
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mona @monadreth.bsky.social · 06/08/2026
I've completed Part I and writing for Part II is underway!
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