Valkyrie Brevoort

Valkyrie Brevoort’s grandfather was a great translator. His work somehow ended up in the care of her mother. When Valkyrie was seven, she found it in a old ceder chest, and, in four months, committed it to memory. One day, her mother walked in, and gasped. There was a halo around Valkyrie’s head.

“I want to go to India!”

“Wait till you get older, dear!” her mother said.

When Valkyrie was seventeen, she fell in love with a rodeo cowboy with an I.Q. of 98. When she turned eighteen, her mother asked;

“Do you sill want to go to India?”

“Why in the fuck would I want to go there? I’ll be singing the National Anthem at the rodeo. Bobby is going to ride the bull ‘Wax Pants’.

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Valkyrie Brevoort is inspired by my muse, Rena Victoria Easton, who told me in her epic letter she has memorized over…