I'm so easy.
So many writers and artists please me. If it's articulate, well-written, beautiful, and has a hook, I'm happy.
I haven't been shy about my enthusiasm, either. It's no secret that I adore the sweet, the uplifting, the emotionally rewarding. If it's H/D, all the better, but I've been known to stray frequently.
I also like the intellectually challenging, the mentally stimulating, the thoughtful, serious things.
But I bet you didn't know I also have a thing for special angsty works. The kind that leave you saying, "Yes, that was my heart that you just ripped out and left for dead. That quivering pile, there, yes, that's it. Are you quite done with it? Because I think I'd like it back now."
Some of you may have read
abbycadabra 's stunning Wildfire
But it was hard to access, because she posted it in her locked journal. Until now! You can all go read it on the new, improved Skyehawke.
(but take a minute to look at her beautiful Boyd Holbrook LJ title page)
It's got that haunting quality of Cassie Claire's "After the Flood", the poetic description of Olympia's "Tale of the Shining Prince".
Angst. Dark!Harry and Lost!Draco and lots of interhouse relations (aka smut). But it's so poetic, so beautifully written. So painful.
( tidbits from Wildfire )
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I've been rereading some other things I'd flown through on my first cut through terrific fic. I rediscovered
hp_femme 's Wine of Life , a well-plotted Draco/Ron with such nice characterizations and great dialog.
Then I spent a blissful afternoon revisiting
pandarus 's Invisible to See . I adore this H/D fic, everything about it. So many details, such 17-year-old boyhood emotions, nifty plot. The prologue has such a hook to it, too.
ETA: Abby made me two Boyd icons, and I went and upgraded to 50 icons so I didn't have to bury my old dogs or peeps or - heaven forbid - any of my existing Dracos. Isn't this pretty?
So many writers and artists please me. If it's articulate, well-written, beautiful, and has a hook, I'm happy.
I haven't been shy about my enthusiasm, either. It's no secret that I adore the sweet, the uplifting, the emotionally rewarding. If it's H/D, all the better, but I've been known to stray frequently.
I also like the intellectually challenging, the mentally stimulating, the thoughtful, serious things.
But I bet you didn't know I also have a thing for special angsty works. The kind that leave you saying, "Yes, that was my heart that you just ripped out and left for dead. That quivering pile, there, yes, that's it. Are you quite done with it? Because I think I'd like it back now."
Some of you may have read
But it was hard to access, because she posted it in her locked journal. Until now! You can all go read it on the new, improved Skyehawke.
(but take a minute to look at her beautiful Boyd Holbrook LJ title page)
It's got that haunting quality of Cassie Claire's "After the Flood", the poetic description of Olympia's "Tale of the Shining Prince".
Angst. Dark!Harry and Lost!Draco and lots of interhouse relations (aka smut). But it's so poetic, so beautifully written. So painful.
( tidbits from Wildfire )
_________________
I've been rereading some other things I'd flown through on my first cut through terrific fic. I rediscovered
Then I spent a blissful afternoon revisiting
ETA: Abby made me two Boyd icons, and I went and upgraded to 50 icons so I didn't have to bury my old dogs or peeps or - heaven forbid - any of my existing Dracos. Isn't this pretty?