Alicia Atkins
speaker
1,217 appearances
6 recordings
1 series
first heard May 2026
last heard 10 Sep
Alicia Atkins’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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recordings per month · last 12 monthsRecordings per month over the last 12 months — 6 in all, peaking in May 2026 with 2.
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It only makes sense.
We could never allow you that power over us.
You freaks already have it good enough as is.
All of which to say, don't call us no goddamn pixies, midgies, brownies, gnomes, fairies, borrowers, littles, or leprechauns because that would really piss us off.
And there ain't nothing more vengeful than a pissed off wisp.
There are six of us, that being me, little brother Quaint, Uncle Broad, who I have mentioned, Stranger Fib, who is not a Wisp, and Mama and Daddy.
When me and my twin brother Dil were born, the Wisp family was already on the run doing its great work.
There were more of us then, not just Wisp, but others of our race like Stranger Fib, who heard what Daddy had to say and knew it to be the truth.
Time is never kind, and no one has ever been kind to a wisp, so our numbers have dwindled.
But, as each one falls, the devotion to our mission grows ever more sacred in the beats of our hummingbird hearts.
Daddy first saw the black angel one frosty morn back when the wisps still lived in the forest with the rest of our kind.
He was with three others gathering herbs for the old magics, when suddenly they found themselves surrounded by screaming flame, a carousel of fire.
The trees cried out in agony as they exploded into fine ash, and the life-giving stream that fed the tribe flash-boiled, and the sand of the shore turned to red glass.
Daddy and the other three were so afraid, they clung to each other, praying the old prayers and invoking the old spirits.
And then, from the flames arose the angel, glittering and gleaming like lustrous onyx.
From its back grew a stone beetle whose wings kept the angel hovering as its eyeless, skeleton face gazed upon the four frightened wretches.
Their prayers grew louder, which angered the angel, and it swooped down and tore through the other three until there were nothing but stains on the forest floor.
The angel then approached Daddy, who readied himself for death, but the angel took him gently by the shoulders and whispered a single word in his right ear, which puckered and blistered and to this day has never healed.
This word, this singular command, came from a reality beyond ours, where what's true is true, and in its syllables, there was a clarity and purpose and plan so simple and undeniable that Daddy was reborn on the spot.
The angel then took hold of Daddy's hands, and they were covered in a purple flame, and Daddy's skin drank in the flame like a thirsty man in the desert.
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