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Happy Birthday, [livejournal.com profile] bottle_of_smoke! You've had such an incredible year, I don't think I can wish for anything more fervently than I did for you to have a head cold (we know why that was good!), but I do hope that everyone surpasses themselves in the gifts, cake and enjoyable fuss stakes on your behalf. You're a gem!

And, fanfic recs!

I am dipping in and out of [livejournal.com profile] hd_erised like a weak-willed swimmer at a cold beach. It's revoltingly hot or humid here most days, so in theory I have loads of reading time. In actuality, I have a disastrous house and garden after two months of Mr B 'doing' the housework and we still have boxes to unpack, so I am forcing myself to do things and then need brief comas to recover, so I've not made it through half as much as I ought. But I come bearing some real treats!

Firstly, my gift art! I don't know why more people don't request art, because you are likely to be on such a winning bet if you do. And I won hugely! It's a multi-page work called Fiji and it's utterly fabulous. The faces! The eyes! The hands! The story is simple: Hermione goes on holidays, so Harry is free to skive off, taking his grumpy assistant Draco with him. But the emotion that comes through the simple marks on paper is astonishing and beautiful, as is all this artist's work.

And now, fics! I think that Tea and No Sympathy was the first I managed to catch, and it was such a good start! It's long, 70K, but written in such an engaging style that it never feels as though you are labouring. Basically, Draco spells himself into a Groundhog Day style loop and becomes convinced that he needs Potter to get him out of it. I loved the fact that the author held out for a non-easy end on this one, it really paid off dramatically. A sterling blend of humour and drama, and with the most splendid little owl OC. No, trust me, Pip the Owl is totally a fully fledged (pun intended) character!

Similarly assured in its writing was House Style for Gryffindors. It's a fifth the length of Tea and No Sympathy, so if you're pushed for time, start here. Draco works on a wizarding version of the Tatler, along with half his schoolmates, including Hermione Granger. When editor Pansy hires Harry Potter for sports and general buffness, Draco takes refuge first in prossecco, then in refuge, and finally in denial. None of these work. It's the best kind of silliness, loaded with light, sparklng wit, but with a few moments that make you pause and say 'Oh …'

And I do have more, but my left hand is still meh, so I'll come back later. Have a marvellous New Year, you lot!
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Blessed be the cool change: 20 degrees C cooler today. Madness. Apparently, it might snow down Hobart way. Dear Planet, I know we are a dreadful species, but stop fucking with us!

Anyway, more recs from hd_holidays!

…And With Persons Even Worse, for [livejournal.com profile] novembersnow, 14,560 words. Someone is killing rentboys in Lower Knockturn Alley, you've already guessed the Auror sent in undercover to sort it. I'm not a fan of the rentboy trope, in much the same way I'm not that tall or blonde. In 5.5 years in fandom, this is exactly the second rentboy fic I have read that did not make me want to go 'ARGH!' and 'HOW? WHY?' at the author. Instead, I found myself reading avidly and enjoying it.

Cynics among you will say that could be because it is PG. I have to admit, that did help, because it kept the story focussed on the people and not the sex, and story is ALWAYS better focussed on people (if you don't believe me, I invite you to Google Bad Sex Awards and read up!) But this would under-value the tightness of the mystery and the compelling 'family' working the streets together, some of them unexpected and intriguing! And the ending was hopeful and as right as Baby Bear's porridge.

He closed his eyes. "Fun was it? Seeing how low the mighty Malfoy has fallen? Watching me flaunt my arse every night?"

"Not really."

Draco turned his head. Potter had that horribly earnest expression his face. The one that had always made Draco want to hex it off when they were in school. Not now though. Now he just wanted to believe it was real. That Potter's utter inability to give up, to do what any wizard with half a brain would do and walk away when faced with the impossible, would get Draco what he wanted this time. Would catch this murderer

The Shoemaker and the Elves, for [livejournal.com profile] hdwriter, 14,500 words. Draco makes shoes, usually. Until one morning, it turns out shoes also make themselves. This is a lighter story than the others I've recced, so if you're in the need of just a quick read or a pick-me-up, this is the one. Sweet and charming, though with some darker touches as befit its Grimm fairy tale origins, it's a very neatly wrought twist on the original. Draco feeling obliged to be honest about all the details was a particularly fun piece of characterisation, which fit in very well with the author's sense of where they would all be several years after the war.

Oh FFS, LJ just ate two more recs, which is clearly a sign that I have to go to bed!
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OK, let's see if I can type like the wind! Just a short rec list today because I did my first spin class of the year and Am Knackered. I didn't even take the break off gym! But the first week of the year is always full of instructors assuming you've eaten All The Pie, as they did ;-) Again, the following recs are all from this year's HD Holidays, and I am not reading in order, so they're a bit all over the place.

Hints are for Schoolboys for ME! HURRAH! There is another St Paul's in London, which was built out of one man's vanity and another's genius. It's nestled in one of the busier parts of the city, where tourists mingle and people do strange things, including tightrope walking. Really! So with everyone busy with their own things, it's the perfect place for an unobserved kiss.

The artist is about as anonymous as I am tall. And she fooled me AGAIN. There is a long story there, which I will share after reveals. Suffice to say that this is a perfect slice of London rendered in watercolour and you will LOVE it.

Quietus  for [livejournal.com profile] frayach is a very tightly composed 17,600 words. Straight after the final battle, Draco realises that he wants to do something to make it all seem worthwhile. He asks Harry Potter if there's something he can do to help, and Harry rebuffs him – while he hopes Malfoy is sincere, he's too exhausted to think about it right now. But the Order of the Phoenix still exists, and Draco is perfectly positioned to draw out escaped Death Eaters.

His handler Charlie Weasley disguises him as Malcolm, a distant Weasley cousin (home-schooled) and stows him in a safe house. One shared by another Order member. You will win no prizes for guessing his name. And so each has a chance to get to know the other, and to right past wrongs.

This is another compassionate story, where mistakes are not overlooked, but they can be moved past, and you can learn from them and not make them again. There are some wonderful ideas in here that I cannot tell you about because they would be too spoilery, but let me just say that it is a lovely piece of plot-driven gentle romance, with a genuine intelligence.

And there are lots of lovely passages in this piece, too. A non-spoilery bit from the beginning: 'He grew dimly aware of the noise and activity rising around them as the survivors' shock wore off and the process of recovery began—bodies removed, tables replaced, knots of students (and adults, even) passing a somewhat dazed-looking Potter from hand to hand like a Quaffle. The Hall began to fill with daylight, bright and relentless, as though this were just any ordinary morning—as though the world hadn't upended itself in the light of dawn.'

Like in a Dream  for omi_ohmy, just over 18,000 words. I need to do a load of washing before I can sleep, so I am just going to edit my comment for this one. Harry has been plagued with bad dreams since the War and has used lucid dreaming techniques to manage them. Into one of his dreams blunders Draco Malfoy, lost in the dreamscape and cut off from his body, a body that he can't even direct Harry to. Unless he can be found and made whole, he's doomed.

I loved the many layers of care that make up this story. It's a generous and gentle story out of two people's hurt that uses such richly evocative language that it was easy to get lost in the dream world and start seeing it as the real one. I loved that the writer then snapped us back into the 'reality' of the story with Harry's Aurorly investigation of Draco's, er, Separation full of economical language and appropriately mocking sidekicks. The reality of Harry and Draco's past creeps into their idyll in the dreamworld, bringing laughter and learning, and even understanding.

It's much pornier than most fics I read, there were a few scenes I had to read with my eyes shut, but I really enjoyed the cleverness of this fic, and it's tremendously romantic, a perfect Sunday afternoon fic!

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Before we get to the matter of this post, Vale Tony Greig, and WOO! Sir Wiggo!

Now. The age of miracles is not past: I have NOTHING to write that must be written right now. Admittedly I have loads that I ought to be cracking on with, but in the spirit of the holidays, I am reading fanfic instead. Hurrah! And so, some recs from the current hd_holidays. Where I have so far managed to read about 7% of posts … Oh well. Still, recs!

Take a Chance, Make a Change for [livejournal.com profile] stellamoon is just under 24,000 words of Harry the sore-backed Healer and Draco Malfoy, real estate agent trying to find Potter a house big enough to fit a comfortable bed. That they might both have designs on what goes on in that bed would surely have been easier to notice if Harry wasn't so exhausted and Draco so shy.

The author has a real lightness and surety of touch that made this a swift and enjoyable read. Friends and work situations are deftly drawn and although there is a comfortable familiarity about many of the settings, there are also moments of delicious originality, my favourite being:
"He was, however, a fan of the crisp notes bearing their Queen's head. Draco currently had a handful of them tucked neatly inside his wallet, much lighter than a pouch full of coins. In fact, so strong was his approval that he had been lobbying both Gringotts and the Ministry for quite some time for Galleon notes at the very least. If for no other reason than the fact a pocketful of weighty coins did nothing for the line of a good suit."

Department of Mysteries for [livejournal.com profile] marianna_merlo is a beautiful series of art panels with text. I was lucky enough to beta this piece, and it was a joy! From the opening images of a coolly interested Draco and a wary Harry, it's a compelling ride along with the two of them as they attempt to sort out things that have gone very wrong in the Department of Mysteries. The original material on the Ministry and magic is utterly convincing, and very clever, sketched out with shirt prose pieces that link the images. But it's the images that will stay with you: I am tempted to say boots! and patronuses! but then I would have to say longing! despair! kindness! action! and it would all come down to They're All My Favourites, as it may well for you.

Here's the Pencil, Make it Work for [livejournal.com profile] fireflavored sits at just-under 50,000 words, but the writing is so smooth and assured that it feels like nowhere near this length. To say that this is the most competently written story on my list sounds as though I am damning with faint praise in this age of arch commentary, but I mean that at face value: there is a lilt and flow to every aspect of this story that comes with skill on the part of the author.

The story itself is simple enough: Harry is worn out from the expectations of the media and has taken to prowling Muggle London, er, which is to say, walking around to familiarise himself with Muggle London. When he one day enters a new coffee shop, it comes as a great surprise to find Draco Malfoy behind the counter:
"Malfoy is working. He is wearing a nametag and a smock. He is counting muggle money and making various drinks with practised ease, and chatting to his obviously muggle co-worker like they do it all the time. He is flirting with the customers, most prominently with the old lady who comes in shortly after Harry sits down. He is humming along and even dancing a bit to the muggle music on the radio, swaying and mouthing the words as he pumps flavoured syrup into someone's latte like a normal, chipper fucking person.

What the fuck."

I will confess that I had my old pouf issues with the word smock, which means something very different for me, however, this added to the comedy on several occasions. Let us not speak of flavoured coffee: you people who would defend it know that you secretly want a milkshake. Philistines! And don't tell me it's popular: 50 Shades of Grey!

Back to the story, the central relationship is rounded out by a marvellous cast of canon and OC friends, who enrich our view of events and characters, with real depth and humanity. It's the perfect story for a bitterly cold or oppressively hot December or January day, when you just want to settle in.

Heart Music for [livejournal.com profile] icmezzo is a short piece of animation where Harry the Healer (clearly the new black) can hear music that no-one else can as he wanders around the children's wards of St Mungo's. Lovely soft watercolours that remind me of the colours of [livejournal.com profile] leochi, though with more (yet tasteful!) nudity at the end. It's a very pretty, gentle piece, with the scene of Harry and Luna in the garden and – I know you will be shocked to hear this – the nudes at the end the two standout images for me.

Manticoria for [livejournal.com profile] ashiiblack will probably be the longest fic of the fest at 70,000 words, but it's worth the effort. I know that traditionally one is meant to say only lovely things about fest fics, so you can call me honest, a rebel or a bitch when I say that this is a flawed fic. I have to say that upfront, because you will notice things as soon as you start to read that might make you stop, and that would be a tremendous shame, because its flaws don't matter half as much as its successes, and indeed, some add to them. Set after the war, there is no time to rest because the wards that protect wizarding Britain from Muggle view are falling. With the New Ministry at a loss, the students whose seventh year was interrupted by the war are called back to Hogwarts and divided into teams then set to work on parts of the problem in a bid to see if they can solve the problem that has defeated the older generation. Because it worked last time …

The level of imaginative effort that has gone into this story is immense and sustained. Much of it is anchored in original ideas of wandlore that are complex and compelling. Harry has had dreams ever since he won Draco's wand, and he is not alone. But personal feelings must be pushed aside as they battle against seemingly insurmountable difficulties and an increasingly desperate deadline. There is a broad cast brought in to play here and all move in and out of the action as characters rather than as plot devices – in itself a great achievement – as the impossibility of succeeding in time becomes more apparent and more terrifying.

As to the flaws, most are byproducts of trying to write a big story in a small period of time: literal errors, shifts in the scope of some parts of the story, sections that could do with expansion or added clarity – especially the politics … Some are a matter of taste: having the Celtic pantheon suddenly invoked at every turn irritated me hugely, but that's probably because I spent too much of my childhood on communes listening to women named Storm telling me how you had to wait for the Elder tree to give you its wood for a wand and then being sent off to gather herbs for their 'spells' while they made cow eyes at my father. That I kept reading regardless is a testimony to the main parts of the story being strong and vital.

Buggery ...

Jun. 3rd, 2009 11:16 pm
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It has been a while since LJ ate one of my posts ... This is now a recap of a longer post consigned to pixel history.

* [personal profile] marguerite_26  and I often have very similar tastes. Because of this, I believed what she told me about two great Beltane pieces in this post. One art, one fic, both brilliant, you should believe her, too.

* Alas, I have not been following Beltane, but I do think that everyone should also look at these pieces of art, A chance meeting at the Fires has the first H/D meeting after the war and is simple and stunning. And The First Day of Summer is still making me giggle weeks after the first time I saw it.

* HAPPY BIRTHDAY to [livejournal.com profile] bewarethesmirk  and [livejournal.com profile] sachael , may you both have a wonderful day!

* The Demon's Lexicon
STILL not in shops (they hope for Saturday), though my new Frances Hardinge book has finally arrived, only three months after ordering.

* I have accidentally seduced one of my friends into H/D fandom. (NB, VERY important to read the whole of that sentence!) She is quite talented, the rotter. If you come across [personal profile] treacle_tartlet , make her right at home.

* I do NOT need to do the HD Careers Fair, but it may be that you do. In particular, I do not need to write about Harry being a Zombie hunter and Draco being a cat-loving librarian, Harry being a novelist and Draco being a mean critic and DEFINITELY not about Harry being a political cartoonist. Watch me resist!

* Australian Family First Senator Steve Fielding is too stupid for words. He has just attended a Climate Change Skeptics conference in the US, and has now realised that it is all caused by sunspots. For fuck's sake. It's not 1978!

* June 4 marks the 20th anniversary of the Tiananmen Square massacre. I remember watching, horrified, as Kate Aide reported from China; weeks of hope and excitement vanishing as bullets flew and bodies fell behind her. The only thing more heartbreaking than the sight of twisted young bodies on makeshift stretchers strung across bicycles was the sense of loss of hope.

And then I saw one of the bravest men I have ever seen walk out in front of a row of tanks and stop. And the commander of the leading tank also stopped, and would not run him down, and he pleaded with him to clear the way, and the man on foot, who was carrying a plastic bag, would not move. And the tank commander, even knowing that he was likely to be punished severely given the climate of that day, would not run over him. The man with the bag was swept away by a group of bystanders. Reports from that day suggest that they could have been government officials who took him away, but just as many reports say no, they were ordinary Chinese who wanted to save someone and who saw that they could. I have always hoped that the latter was true.





Buggery ...

Jun. 3rd, 2009 11:16 pm
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It has been a while since LJ ate one of my posts ... This is now a recap of a longer post consigned to pixel history.

* [personal profile] marguerite_26  and I often have very similar tastes. Because of this, I believed what she told me about two great Beltane pieces in this post. One art, one fic, both brilliant, you should believe her, too.

* Alas, I have not been following Beltane, but I do think that everyone should also look at these pieces of art, A chance meeting at the Fires has the first H/D meeting after the war and is simple and stunning. And The First Day of Summer is still making me giggle weeks after the first time I saw it.

* HAPPY BIRTHDAY to [livejournal.com profile] bewarethesmirk  and [livejournal.com profile] sachael , may you both have a wonderful day!

* The Demon's Lexicon
STILL not in shops (they hope for Saturday), though my new Frances Hardinge book has finally arrived, only three months after ordering.

* I have accidentally seduced one of my friends into H/D fandom. (NB, VERY important to read the whole of that sentence!) She is quite talented, the rotter. If you come across [personal profile] treacle_tartlet , make her right at home.

* I do NOT need to do the HD Careers Fair, but it may be that you do. In particular, I do not need to write about Harry being a Zombie hunter and Draco being a cat-loving librarian, Harry being a novelist and Draco being a mean critic and DEFINITELY not about Harry being a political cartoonist. Watch me resist!

* Australian Family First Senator Steve Fielding is too stupid for words. He has just attended a Climate Change Skeptics conference in the US, and has now realised that it is all caused by sunspots. For fuck's sake. It's not 1978!

* June 4 marks the 20th anniversary of the Tiananmen Square massacre. I remember watching, horrified, as Kate Aide reported from China; weeks of hope and excitement vanishing as bullets flew and bodies fell behind her. The only thing more heartbreaking than the sight of twisted young bodies on makeshift stretchers strung across bicycles was the sense of loss of hope.

And then I saw one of the bravest men I have ever seen walk out in front of a row of tanks and stop. And the commander of the leading tank also stopped, and would not run him down, and he pleaded with him to clear the way, and the man on foot, who was carrying a plastic bag, would not move. And the tank commander, even knowing that he was likely to be punished severely given the climate of that day, would not run over him. The man with the bag was swept away by a group of bystanders. Reports from that day suggest that they could have been government officials who took him away, but just as many reports say no, they were ordinary Chinese who wanted to save someone and who saw that they could. I have always hoped that the latter was true.





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There are a small number of people from the internet that I have met, and, very fortunately, they have all been splendid. One of these is[livejournal.com profile] pushdragon , who is simply one of the best fandom writers there is. Or was, but I am living in hope. Because otherwise I will have to convince cocktail waiters to pour 'write more fic' on top of her drinks in syrup, and that's going to cost.

She left fandom, then made a brief detour back to write bushfire 'drabbles', which all turned out to be more along the short fics line, but no one was complaining. I come with recs for two of them.

Undiluted, ill-reputed, convoluted is the fic she wrote for [profile] calanthe_fics (and a bit for me!). Cal prompted 'give it to me straight and hard, no frills'. Push, being push, obliged very literally. Now, many of you know that I am not a girl for porn. So when I say that this made even me a little hot under the collar, those of you who do love the porn should take it as a sign to stop reading me and go read her. For those who are in my camp, this is one of the best short expressions I have seen as to why characters are sometimes best shown through sex. Reserves are lowered along with trousers here and the visceral connection with another person that can be found through sex is perfectly depicted. Oh, er, story-wise Harry avoids work in Brussels in favour of sex in Barcelona with Draco. Good choice.

The second of her stories, Here on the Shoulder of the Impossible is so lovely that you won't realise how much it has resonated with you until a day or two later. It is a world of giant birds and iridescent plants with gnashy teeth and tendrils, pulsating with magic, raw and wonderful. Into this world fit two broken wizards, looking for a place apart. In all the best ways, this is the perfect blend of two of my favourite books: Jane Eyre and Where the Wild Things Are. Take all the greatest beauty from your memories of both and mingle them gently for this lyrical poem of a story.

Another of the people I have met and loved is [livejournal.com profile] raitala  (and not just because she is a shameless enabler of comedic Brammers behaviour). I have long held that she is one of the finest artists in fandom, partially for her technical skill, but also for her intelligence in creating narratives within her work. While many of you have already her latest artwork, for those who haven't, please go straight away and be amazed at her take on The Sectumsempra Scene. In three panels, focussing on Draco, she brings the viewer into an inimate realisation of the gut-wrenching pain it takes to drive a Malfoy to sob at a basin, and then the shadow of Potter appears in the mirror, before an unseen exchange of shouts, then a slash of a wand and an arterial spurt of blood ... Her spare style is perfect here, and devastating.

Actually, I lied, I do have a rec that's not H/D, and it's from someone I have not met, [personal profile] snegurochka_lee . I was lucky enough to work with her on hp10k, and after reading a few of her pieces, she is now one of those writers whose links I will now click regardless of who she is writing about because she is simply good. Hero Worship is Charlie/Victor, with Charlie's two young Potternephews visiting him in Romania. When a familiar famous figure appears, young James nearly explodes with glee, but Albus, who notices things, sees what his uncle isn't saying. This isn't just a lovely story about the pain of being in a closet and the importance of family and support, it's a beautifully put-together story that judges every moment cleverly and honestly, and which makes every character's journey seem natural and necessary. Even if you don't care about Charlie Weasley's love life (don't tell me – I couldn't bear it), this is a story that should be read just because it is so well crafted and so emotionally satisfying that you will feel better in your day for having read it.





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There are a small number of people from the internet that I have met, and, very fortunately, they have all been splendid. One of these is[livejournal.com profile] pushdragon , who is simply one of the best fandom writers there is. Or was, but I am living in hope. Because otherwise I will have to convince cocktail waiters to pour 'write more fic' on top of her drinks in syrup, and that's going to cost.

She left fandom, then made a brief detour back to write bushfire 'drabbles', which all turned out to be more along the short fics line, but no one was complaining. I come with recs for two of them.

Undiluted, ill-reputed, convoluted is the fic she wrote for [profile] calanthe_fics (and a bit for me!). Cal prompted 'give it to me straight and hard, no frills'. Push, being push, obliged very literally. Now, many of you know that I am not a girl for porn. So when I say that this made even me a little hot under the collar, those of you who do love the porn should take it as a sign to stop reading me and go read her. For those who are in my camp, this is one of the best short expressions I have seen as to why characters are sometimes best shown through sex. Reserves are lowered along with trousers here and the visceral connection with another person that can be found through sex is perfectly depicted. Oh, er, story-wise Harry avoids work in Brussels in favour of sex in Barcelona with Draco. Good choice.

The second of her stories, Here on the Shoulder of the Impossible is so lovely that you won't realise how much it has resonated with you until a day or two later. It is a world of giant birds and iridescent plants with gnashy teeth and tendrils, pulsating with magic, raw and wonderful. Into this world fit two broken wizards, looking for a place apart. In all the best ways, this is the perfect blend of two of my favourite books: Jane Eyre and Where the Wild Things Are. Take all the greatest beauty from your memories of both and mingle them gently for this lyrical poem of a story.

Another of the people I have met and loved is [livejournal.com profile] raitala  (and not just because she is a shameless enabler of comedic Brammers behaviour). I have long held that she is one of the finest artists in fandom, partially for her technical skill, but also for her intelligence in creating narratives within her work. While many of you have already her latest artwork, for those who haven't, please go straight away and be amazed at her take on The Sectumsempra Scene. In three panels, focussing on Draco, she brings the viewer into an inimate realisation of the gut-wrenching pain it takes to drive a Malfoy to sob at a basin, and then the shadow of Potter appears in the mirror, before an unseen exchange of shouts, then a slash of a wand and an arterial spurt of blood ... Her spare style is perfect here, and devastating.

Actually, I lied, I do have a rec that's not H/D, and it's from someone I have not met, [personal profile] snegurochka_lee . I was lucky enough to work with her on hp10k, and after reading a few of her pieces, she is now one of those writers whose links I will now click regardless of who she is writing about because she is simply good. Hero Worship is Charlie/Victor, with Charlie's two young Potternephews visiting him in Romania. When a familiar famous figure appears, young James nearly explodes with glee, but Albus, who notices things, sees what his uncle isn't saying. This isn't just a lovely story about the pain of being in a closet and the importance of family and support, it's a beautifully put-together story that judges every moment cleverly and honestly, and which makes every character's journey seem natural and necessary. Even if you don't care about Charlie Weasley's love life (don't tell me – I couldn't bear it), this is a story that should be read just because it is so well crafted and so emotionally satisfying that you will feel better in your day for having read it.





Some recs

Aug. 9th, 2008 11:28 pm
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I suspect there will be more ranting later in the weekend, but I have had a lovely day and so I plan to end it with two recommendations.

First, an actual book.

Lonely Werewolf Girl
by Martin Millar (Soft Skull Press)
Millar has been one of my favourite writers since the mid-80s. Originally a mainstay of the independent comics scene, where he was one of the few writers  I would read despite some of my cluey friends correctly predicting that the graphic novel was the coming medium, he produced a series of acutely observed urban fantasies where gods and fairies, humans and heroes walked the streets of London beside students, musicians, artists and activists. From Milk Sulphate and Alby Salvation, through Lux the Poet and The Good Fairies of New York to Dreams of Sex and Stage Diving, he pioneered what others would interpret as grunge and herion chic while Kurt Cobain was still wearing neatly pressed slacks. And he did it all with a wry sense of humour that held genuine jokes, not just the selfconsciously witty footnoted intertextual play of other postmodern novelists.

His novels contained broken loves, solid friendships, hope and despair, and effective recipes for ersatz hair gel. Plus an inordinate amount of street fashion. I loved him, and missed him when it seemed as though he had stopped writing. As it turned out, he hadn't stopped, his publisher had just been bought out by a multinational that wasn't quite ready to promote someone whose characters incited the odd riot. Which is a shame, because Millar is the novelist that Neil Gaiman – an excellent teller of fairytales, but not a novelist – would like to be.

Lonely Werewolf Girl is a solid 558 pages of loveliness. Kalix, the youngest daughter of the Thane of a Scottish werewolf clan, is on the run after nearly killing her father. He former lover has been exiled, her brothers and sisters want nothing to do with her (and indeed have their own problems) and she is being pursued both by human werewolf hunters and by her own kin who wish to bring her, or her heart, back home.

When she falls into the company of two young students, it seems an accident of the moment, and she is soon gone, with hunters in pursuit. For Moonglow and Daniel, though, Kalix is a lost young creature who needs their help. Albeit one that has supernatural strength and a ferocious bloodlust to accompany her eating disorder.

Thanks to the two young humans, Kalix's family start to cross her path. Thrix, her older sister, is a nearly famous fashion designer, whose best friend is a fire elemental and who cares less for moonlight wolfiness than she does for this season's shoe leathers. All she wants to do is complete her collections and watch this year's shows, if only she could keep her family at bay.

Markus, her older brother, would be the next Thane, if only his older brother didn't stand in his way. His girlfriend is yet to learn about his transvestism, though, so it may not have been the best idea for him to try on her clothes before leaving the house.

Their eldest brother, Sarapen, is everything a werewolf should be: pompous, arrogant, and happy to rip your throat out, especially if you're Kalix.  He has the succession sewn up, so he thinks, it only requires the requisite votes from the family. Sadly, he's failed to factor in the machinations of their mother, Verasa, who favours Markus.

Dominil, white-haired cousin to Kalix and her siblings, is interested only in translating Roman poets, and has hated Sarapen since the bad end of their love affair. When Verasa enlists her to support Markus's bid for Thaneship she thinks it will entail a vote, and is happy to help. When she ends up managing the chaotic rock careers of her cousins Beauty and Delicious, she realises there are levels of hell that even Roman poets didn't mention.

All the strands weave in and out of each other as the great werewolf feud spills out from the Highlands of Scotland and through the streets of London, and where there are enemies and ex-lovers around every corner. And while love may be doomed in this world, friendship and loyalty aren't. Millar never once loses sight of where everyone is and what they are doing, and his voice is a constant delight throughout the text.

Thrix read the band's set list with interest.
"Stupid Werewolf Bitch? Evil White-Haired Slut?" She laughed. "They wrote two songs about you."
"Three," said Dominil. "They encore with Vile Werewolf Whore."

And a fic rec.
[profile] shiv5468's Miserable Gits Club has a new chapter up. I read the whole story again earlier today in a bid to reassure myself that there was good het fic in the world. It worked. Hermione finds that life after saving the world is neither as fair nor as fun as she was expecting it to be. Harry and Ron are busy Auroring, so it is left to unexpected allies to come to her aid.

Lucius Malfoy is now very aware of the full extent of his stupidity, thank you very much. If there is one thing he can be proud of in the last year it's the fact that he has been a loyal friend to Severus Snape as he recovers from his near-death at Nagini's fangs. When fate throws Lucius in the way of helping the girl he watched his sister-in-law torture, he finds himself rising to the occasion. Pun quite possibly intended.

As for Severus, he's spent 20 years beating himself for a deep failure of judgement, and one year feeling as though a snake tried to rip his throat out. Now he spends his days in the conservatory at Malfoy Manor, surrounded by orchids and vaguely contemplating what comes next. The sudden intrusion of an unexpected figure from his previous life starts his shift into something new, and the closing of some things old.

The whole story has that fine quality of Shiv fic; surface gloss and polish only serves to show deep reflections. Like Wilde, her mannered dialogue is the polite patter of social nicety, not for a second hiding the pain, possibility and hope that each character nurses. Chapter six, which is freshly up, is genuinely beautiful. Without for a moment stepping away from their canonical characterisations, she presents a Lucius and Severus who evoke empathy and a wish that they might find calm and peace.

Note well the fact that canon is still well in place – there is snarkiness and tricksiness abungo, and for every moment of honesty, several of amusing duplicity, but, like Martin Millar, Shiv writes stories that have genuine affection at heart. And it shows in every elegantly constructed line. Whether you read it for the glorious style, or for the Deep Thinking underneath it, is up to you.

Some recs

Aug. 9th, 2008 11:28 pm
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I suspect there will be more ranting later in the weekend, but I have had a lovely day and so I plan to end it with two recommendations.

First, an actual book.

Lonely Werewolf Girl
by Martin Millar (Soft Skull Press)
Millar has been one of my favourite writers since the mid-80s. Originally a mainstay of the independent comics scene, where he was one of the few writers  I would read despite some of my cluey friends correctly predicting that the graphic novel was the coming medium, he produced a series of acutely observed urban fantasies where gods and fairies, humans and heroes walked the streets of London beside students, musicians, artists and activists. From Milk Sulphate and Alby Salvation, through Lux the Poet and The Good Fairies of New York to Dreams of Sex and Stage Diving, he pioneered what others would interpret as grunge and herion chic while Kurt Cobain was still wearing neatly pressed slacks. And he did it all with a wry sense of humour that held genuine jokes, not just the selfconsciously witty footnoted intertextual play of other postmodern novelists.

His novels contained broken loves, solid friendships, hope and despair, and effective recipes for ersatz hair gel. Plus an inordinate amount of street fashion. I loved him, and missed him when it seemed as though he had stopped writing. As it turned out, he hadn't stopped, his publisher had just been bought out by a multinational that wasn't quite ready to promote someone whose characters incited the odd riot. Which is a shame, because Millar is the novelist that Neil Gaiman – an excellent teller of fairytales, but not a novelist – would like to be.

Lonely Werewolf Girl is a solid 558 pages of loveliness. Kalix, the youngest daughter of the Thane of a Scottish werewolf clan, is on the run after nearly killing her father. He former lover has been exiled, her brothers and sisters want nothing to do with her (and indeed have their own problems) and she is being pursued both by human werewolf hunters and by her own kin who wish to bring her, or her heart, back home.

When she falls into the company of two young students, it seems an accident of the moment, and she is soon gone, with hunters in pursuit. For Moonglow and Daniel, though, Kalix is a lost young creature who needs their help. Albeit one that has supernatural strength and a ferocious bloodlust to accompany her eating disorder.

Thanks to the two young humans, Kalix's family start to cross her path. Thrix, her older sister, is a nearly famous fashion designer, whose best friend is a fire elemental and who cares less for moonlight wolfiness than she does for this season's shoe leathers. All she wants to do is complete her collections and watch this year's shows, if only she could keep her family at bay.

Markus, her older brother, would be the next Thane, if only his older brother didn't stand in his way. His girlfriend is yet to learn about his transvestism, though, so it may not have been the best idea for him to try on her clothes before leaving the house.

Their eldest brother, Sarapen, is everything a werewolf should be: pompous, arrogant, and happy to rip your throat out, especially if you're Kalix.  He has the succession sewn up, so he thinks, it only requires the requisite votes from the family. Sadly, he's failed to factor in the machinations of their mother, Verasa, who favours Markus.

Dominil, white-haired cousin to Kalix and her siblings, is interested only in translating Roman poets, and has hated Sarapen since the bad end of their love affair. When Verasa enlists her to support Markus's bid for Thaneship she thinks it will entail a vote, and is happy to help. When she ends up managing the chaotic rock careers of her cousins Beauty and Delicious, she realises there are levels of hell that even Roman poets didn't mention.

All the strands weave in and out of each other as the great werewolf feud spills out from the Highlands of Scotland and through the streets of London, and where there are enemies and ex-lovers around every corner. And while love may be doomed in this world, friendship and loyalty aren't. Millar never once loses sight of where everyone is and what they are doing, and his voice is a constant delight throughout the text.

Thrix read the band's set list with interest.
"Stupid Werewolf Bitch? Evil White-Haired Slut?" She laughed. "They wrote two songs about you."
"Three," said Dominil. "They encore with Vile Werewolf Whore."

And a fic rec.
[profile] shiv5468's Miserable Gits Club has a new chapter up. I read the whole story again earlier today in a bid to reassure myself that there was good het fic in the world. It worked. Hermione finds that life after saving the world is neither as fair nor as fun as she was expecting it to be. Harry and Ron are busy Auroring, so it is left to unexpected allies to come to her aid.

Lucius Malfoy is now very aware of the full extent of his stupidity, thank you very much. If there is one thing he can be proud of in the last year it's the fact that he has been a loyal friend to Severus Snape as he recovers from his near-death at Nagini's fangs. When fate throws Lucius in the way of helping the girl he watched his sister-in-law torture, he finds himself rising to the occasion. Pun quite possibly intended.

As for Severus, he's spent 20 years beating himself for a deep failure of judgement, and one year feeling as though a snake tried to rip his throat out. Now he spends his days in the conservatory at Malfoy Manor, surrounded by orchids and vaguely contemplating what comes next. The sudden intrusion of an unexpected figure from his previous life starts his shift into something new, and the closing of some things old.

The whole story has that fine quality of Shiv fic; surface gloss and polish only serves to show deep reflections. Like Wilde, her mannered dialogue is the polite patter of social nicety, not for a second hiding the pain, possibility and hope that each character nurses. Chapter six, which is freshly up, is genuinely beautiful. Without for a moment stepping away from their canonical characterisations, she presents a Lucius and Severus who evoke empathy and a wish that they might find calm and peace.

Note well the fact that canon is still well in place – there is snarkiness and tricksiness abungo, and for every moment of honesty, several of amusing duplicity, but, like Martin Millar, Shiv writes stories that have genuine affection at heart. And it shows in every elegantly constructed line. Whether you read it for the glorious style, or for the Deep Thinking underneath it, is up to you.
blamebrampton: 15th century woodcut of a hound (Default)
I watched the most magnificent episode of Top Gear tonight. Be aware that SBS (a free government channel affectionately and accurately known as Sex Before Soccer here) screens episodes quite some time after they are screened in the UK. I think their theory is that since no one can afford a Bugatti Veyron, it doesn't really matter when we see it on the track.

Now, to the AS/S Fest.

When sign-ups were happening, the mods were horribly cruel and asked that we include an age listing. Reading through I realised that I am the equivalent of 140 years old. But I thought it would be fun, and so threw my hat into the ring. It actually was fun, and the mods were relaxed and supportive (which is, of course, shorthand for understood when I needed an extension (to be fair to me, my original recipient dropped out.))

I am miles behind at reading, and feeling very guilty about it. But I have been reading some meta about the fest and the characters, which has me thinking. There have been some folk rabbiting on about how Scorpius or Albus is X or Y, and never, ever A or B. I dispute their canonical basis for these assertions. A hair colour and first-day nerves do not equal a character study.

[personal profile] wemyss has written persuasively that it is not lazy to look to the canon characters to give us guides for writing and reading these next-gen characters, since most of us are heavily influenced by our parents and other relatives (read it here), which I find an interesting position.

Others have said that they find the characters utterly uninteresting, or the writing on them too young. To which I say "Look, modesty forbids me suggesting you should read or like my story, but for the love of tiny bunnies, people, [profile] sansa1970's Man's Dwelling Place is anything but immature!"  (Read it here if you are not on her flist)

ETA And, due to being hit in the head with one too many moving vehicles, I completely forgot about [profile] mistful's Coda to an Epilogue, which is another very convincing reason as to why next-gen can be fascinating. (Is it just me who sees a lot of Flora Segunda in Scorpius's mum? That's FS the novel, not the character.) End edit.

Of course, that said, a lot of the writing on next gen characters is very young. But there's some surprisingly good stuff in this fest. And if young writers are supported and encouraged, they go on to become older writers, and produce a great deal of good reading along the way. So, for purely selfish reasons, you should stop by and take a peek. Try these for starters:

A Wizard's Guide to Pocket Dwelling is a story I should never have liked, filled as it is with angst, self-destruction and a spot more angst, but it's great. The writing is assured and focussed, and the tightly constructed story never flags. Albus Potter is spiralling downwards since his father died, and he's not the only one. His best friend is feeling fairly low and reptilian himself. The only thing keeping either of them going is the relationship between them, and it's as fucked-up as they are.

Through Harry's Eyes is similar to Pocket in that it has an unusual voice, but otherwise it is a different kettle of fish: it's AS/S told through a very close Harry POV, with confusion aplenty. Sweet, funny and just a teeny bit fluffy, this is a gentle and well-written tale that shines an unusual light on the concept of future!Potter.

The Rules of Malfoy Manor
received quite a few recs a few weeks ago, but it's worth mentioning for those who missed it. Light, bright and short, this is an hilarious little romp through the changing rules that govern life with the Malfoys in the post-War years.

What about you? Any AS/S you'd like to shake?
blamebrampton: 15th century woodcut of a hound (Default)
I watched the most magnificent episode of Top Gear tonight. Be aware that SBS (a free government channel affectionately and accurately known as Sex Before Soccer here) screens episodes quite some time after they are screened in the UK. I think their theory is that since no one can afford a Bugatti Veyron, it doesn't really matter when we see it on the track.

Now, to the AS/S Fest.

When sign-ups were happening, the mods were horribly cruel and asked that we include an age listing. Reading through I realised that I am the equivalent of 140 years old. But I thought it would be fun, and so threw my hat into the ring. It actually was fun, and the mods were relaxed and supportive (which is, of course, shorthand for understood when I needed an extension (to be fair to me, my original recipient dropped out.))

I am miles behind at reading, and feeling very guilty about it. But I have been reading some meta about the fest and the characters, which has me thinking. There have been some folk rabbiting on about how Scorpius or Albus is X or Y, and never, ever A or B. I dispute their canonical basis for these assertions. A hair colour and first-day nerves do not equal a character study.

[personal profile] wemyss has written persuasively that it is not lazy to look to the canon characters to give us guides for writing and reading these next-gen characters, since most of us are heavily influenced by our parents and other relatives (read it here), which I find an interesting position.

Others have said that they find the characters utterly uninteresting, or the writing on them too young. To which I say "Look, modesty forbids me suggesting you should read or like my story, but for the love of tiny bunnies, people, [profile] sansa1970's Man's Dwelling Place is anything but immature!"  (Read it here if you are not on her flist)

ETA And, due to being hit in the head with one too many moving vehicles, I completely forgot about [profile] mistful's Coda to an Epilogue, which is another very convincing reason as to why next-gen can be fascinating. (Is it just me who sees a lot of Flora Segunda in Scorpius's mum? That's FS the novel, not the character.) End edit.

Of course, that said, a lot of the writing on next gen characters is very young. But there's some surprisingly good stuff in this fest. And if young writers are supported and encouraged, they go on to become older writers, and produce a great deal of good reading along the way. So, for purely selfish reasons, you should stop by and take a peek. Try these for starters:

A Wizard's Guide to Pocket Dwelling is a story I should never have liked, filled as it is with angst, self-destruction and a spot more angst, but it's great. The writing is assured and focussed, and the tightly constructed story never flags. Albus Potter is spiralling downwards since his father died, and he's not the only one. His best friend is feeling fairly low and reptilian himself. The only thing keeping either of them going is the relationship between them, and it's as fucked-up as they are.

Through Harry's Eyes is similar to Pocket in that it has an unusual voice, but otherwise it is a different kettle of fish: it's AS/S told through a very close Harry POV, with confusion aplenty. Sweet, funny and just a teeny bit fluffy, this is a gentle and well-written tale that shines an unusual light on the concept of future!Potter.

The Rules of Malfoy Manor
received quite a few recs a few weeks ago, but it's worth mentioning for those who missed it. Light, bright and short, this is an hilarious little romp through the changing rules that govern life with the Malfoys in the post-War years.

What about you? Any AS/S you'd like to shake?
blamebrampton: 15th century woodcut of a hound (Default)
Christ on a bike this is late ... OK, while this will probably not make a lick of difference to the voting (and what a weird saying that is now I look at it), please still comment if you read any of these.

People thrashed themselves for this fest, and whether any team wins or loses, people reading their stories is the only reward most writers were after. A quick comment to say thanks if there was anything you like about a particular story will take you about 40 seconds and make the writer feel spectacular.

One little note, a lot of people have discussed the fact that there are a lot of spelling and grammar issues with some WC stories; the deadline for this fest was very tight, and utterly inflexible. Many of the best betas were overstretched, and a number of the participants had English as a second or third language. I am amazed at what people achieved under the circumstances.

Serendipity, Prompt: Wheel of Fortune, Wordcount: over 9500
Draco has run away from the world, but a part of it comes running after him. Yes, of course it's the bespectacled Potter part, did you not pay attention to the basic themes of this Festival?
More! )


Subconscious, Prompt: The Moon, Wordcount: 10,172
When Harry accepts an assignment to speak with a Seer being held at St Giles's mental hospital, he thinks he is escaping a directive to work with the Malfoys. So the discovery of Draco Malfoy as his guide to the hospital and patient is less than welcome. 
More! )


The Touch of Your Hand, Prompt: The most important H/D moment from the books, Art
One of the most spectacular pieces of fanart I have seen in a long time, the artist focusses on the moment when Harry finally does take DRaco's hand, but also everything that has come before and will come after that moment. A very clever use of animation without losing sight of the image's form; and take a look at the shapes of the last panel. Wholly brilliant stuff.

Sorry chaps, I meant to finish this today, but things started off chaotically and have ended in a pounding headache, and no amount of sofa napping is combatting that. I've missed five Team EWe fics and one art, please check them out, they are all worth the effort!
blamebrampton: 15th century woodcut of a hound (Default)
Christ on a bike this is late ... OK, while this will probably not make a lick of difference to the voting (and what a weird saying that is now I look at it), please still comment if you read any of these.

People thrashed themselves for this fest, and whether any team wins or loses, people reading their stories is the only reward most writers were after. A quick comment to say thanks if there was anything you like about a particular story will take you about 40 seconds and make the writer feel spectacular.

One little note, a lot of people have discussed the fact that there are a lot of spelling and grammar issues with some WC stories; the deadline for this fest was very tight, and utterly inflexible. Many of the best betas were overstretched, and a number of the participants had English as a second or third language. I am amazed at what people achieved under the circumstances.

Serendipity, Prompt: Wheel of Fortune, Wordcount: over 9500
Draco has run away from the world, but a part of it comes running after him. Yes, of course it's the bespectacled Potter part, did you not pay attention to the basic themes of this Festival?
More! )


Subconscious, Prompt: The Moon, Wordcount: 10,172
When Harry accepts an assignment to speak with a Seer being held at St Giles's mental hospital, he thinks he is escaping a directive to work with the Malfoys. So the discovery of Draco Malfoy as his guide to the hospital and patient is less than welcome. 
More! )


The Touch of Your Hand, Prompt: The most important H/D moment from the books, Art
One of the most spectacular pieces of fanart I have seen in a long time, the artist focusses on the moment when Harry finally does take DRaco's hand, but also everything that has come before and will come after that moment. A very clever use of animation without losing sight of the image's form; and take a look at the shapes of the last panel. Wholly brilliant stuff.

Sorry chaps, I meant to finish this today, but things started off chaotically and have ended in a pounding headache, and no amount of sofa napping is combatting that. I've missed five Team EWe fics and one art, please check them out, they are all worth the effort!
blamebrampton: 15th century woodcut of a hound (Default)
One more day to go until I can work on a sane publication again. And spend some time flitting around on aeroplanes. Yay! In the meantime, did you catch up with these magnificent Team EWE fics? Go on, there's still time!

To begin with, I am an idiot and forgot two, so I am giving up on my in order theory and concentrating on the ones I have finished first! Yay! Will have the others finished by Saturday morning US time, I hope!

Potter's Interference,
Prompt: The Magician, Wordcount 8500
Draco Malfoy runs a tidy little business trading magical animals, often legal, sometimes not. Animal law activist Harry Potter has Malfoy in his sights. For lawbreaking, obviously.
More! )


The Most Important Thing
, Prompt: coins, Art
A soft, dreamy style of art for a scene that is so gentle, loving and domestic that it represents the dream of reconciliation between our two lads. Full of beautiful details, especially the photographs. Ron and Hermione's wedding shot is a simple joy. And, of course, armchair sex.


The Arc of the Pendulum, Prompt: The Hanged man, Wordcount 30,262
Lucius Malfoy has his last revenge against Harry Potter. A curse turns him into a reverse werewolf, the body of a man with the mind of a beast, save for once a month ...

More! )
blamebrampton: 15th century woodcut of a hound (Default)
One more day to go until I can work on a sane publication again. And spend some time flitting around on aeroplanes. Yay! In the meantime, did you catch up with these magnificent Team EWE fics? Go on, there's still time!

To begin with, I am an idiot and forgot two, so I am giving up on my in order theory and concentrating on the ones I have finished first! Yay! Will have the others finished by Saturday morning US time, I hope!

Potter's Interference,
Prompt: The Magician, Wordcount 8500
Draco Malfoy runs a tidy little business trading magical animals, often legal, sometimes not. Animal law activist Harry Potter has Malfoy in his sights. For lawbreaking, obviously.
More! )


The Most Important Thing
, Prompt: coins, Art
A soft, dreamy style of art for a scene that is so gentle, loving and domestic that it represents the dream of reconciliation between our two lads. Full of beautiful details, especially the photographs. Ron and Hermione's wedding shot is a simple joy. And, of course, armchair sex.


The Arc of the Pendulum, Prompt: The Hanged man, Wordcount 30,262
Lucius Malfoy has his last revenge against Harry Potter. A curse turns him into a reverse werewolf, the body of a man with the mind of a beast, save for once a month ...

More! )
blamebrampton: 15th century woodcut of a hound (Default)
Oh cock! ... which is my word for the day ... Due to my commitment to doing these in order, only two today, since I have two unfinished reads coming up. Most of the way through both ... but it's getting late again.

Lamp in the Cooling Room
, Prompt: The Lovers, Wordcount ~9000
Draco stumbles across some of the last of his father's magic, alas shortly after an innocent  Muggle girl has already tripped the trap. Auror Harry Potter is quick to respond to the stirring of deep Dark magic, and he, too, is confined within the small house, where any may enter, but only one may leave alive.
More! )


Beneath Boundless Skies
, Prompt: Death, Wordcount, 29,800
Life is a series of funerals and media intrusions for Harry in the weeks after the War, so when Minerva suggests he act like a proper English teenager and sod off to Australia for a gap year, he takes her up on the offer. And he's not alone.
More! )
blamebrampton: 15th century woodcut of a hound (Default)
Oh cock! ... which is my word for the day ... Due to my commitment to doing these in order, only two today, since I have two unfinished reads coming up. Most of the way through both ... but it's getting late again.

Lamp in the Cooling Room
, Prompt: The Lovers, Wordcount ~9000
Draco stumbles across some of the last of his father's magic, alas shortly after an innocent  Muggle girl has already tripped the trap. Auror Harry Potter is quick to respond to the stirring of deep Dark magic, and he, too, is confined within the small house, where any may enter, but only one may leave alive.
More! )


Beneath Boundless Skies
, Prompt: Death, Wordcount, 29,800
Life is a series of funerals and media intrusions for Harry in the weeks after the War, so when Minerva suggests he act like a proper English teenager and sod off to Australia for a gap year, he takes her up on the offer. And he's not alone.
More! )
blamebrampton: 15th century woodcut of a hound (Default)
Buggeration! Meant to have these up last night and a new set done for today. Um, Sorry! More recs tomorrow (probably).

Best Interests
-- Prompt: the Hierophant, wordcount ~10,000
Harry is horrified when, straight after the death of Andromeda Tonks, Draco and Narcissa insist on their rights as Teddy Lupin's closest blood relatives being recognised. At least, he's horrified at first ...
More! )



Black's Blood Curse
-- Prompt: The Empress, Wordcount ~9100
If you ignore everything else I have to say, trot off and read this little charmer of a fic as it is shamefully under-reviewed. Harry turns up on the steps of Malfoy Manor in a panic, Teddy Lupin is gravely ill, and only the blood of a Black can save him.
More! )

The Affairs of Men -- Prompt: The Tower, Worldcount 17,000
Draco is determined to do the right thing in the aftermath of the war, but people are surprisingly unkeen to let him.
More! )


What the North Wind Brings
-- Prompt: Swords, Art
This artist's style captures so much in delicate pen and ink strokes. Using a genius interpretation of the prompt, the artist begins with two lonely men in their sparse homes, one not made personal yet, the other being stripped of everything that made it great. The conflict that is at the heart of the H/D relationship is splendidly realised, and its resolution is perfection.

I can't bear to put the next fic at the bottom of a post, so I'll start with it for my next list
blamebrampton: 15th century woodcut of a hound (Default)
Buggeration! Meant to have these up last night and a new set done for today. Um, Sorry! More recs tomorrow (probably).

Best Interests
-- Prompt: the Hierophant, wordcount ~10,000
Harry is horrified when, straight after the death of Andromeda Tonks, Draco and Narcissa insist on their rights as Teddy Lupin's closest blood relatives being recognised. At least, he's horrified at first ...
More! )



Black's Blood Curse
-- Prompt: The Empress, Wordcount ~9100
If you ignore everything else I have to say, trot off and read this little charmer of a fic as it is shamefully under-reviewed. Harry turns up on the steps of Malfoy Manor in a panic, Teddy Lupin is gravely ill, and only the blood of a Black can save him.
More! )

The Affairs of Men -- Prompt: The Tower, Worldcount 17,000
Draco is determined to do the right thing in the aftermath of the war, but people are surprisingly unkeen to let him.
More! )


What the North Wind Brings
-- Prompt: Swords, Art
This artist's style captures so much in delicate pen and ink strokes. Using a genius interpretation of the prompt, the artist begins with two lonely men in their sparse homes, one not made personal yet, the other being stripped of everything that made it great. The conflict that is at the heart of the H/D relationship is splendidly realised, and its resolution is perfection.

I can't bear to put the next fic at the bottom of a post, so I'll start with it for my next list

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