And the Amber and the thing with the it and they--!
Guh.
(I have an incurable weakness for Liveship Traders fic. Okay. Now to review:)
Suddenly a huge head rears up, surrounded by a ruff of magnificent red spikes tipped with gold. The mouth opens, slowly, showing needle sharp teeth. The serpent’s eyes hold endless sadness -
That is such a Hobb paragraph. I love your descriptions--they fit right into the style of the book. Good job.
Light from a streetlamp outside fell on bins of beads and shelves stocked with wooden cups and figurines. It was comforting, to be surrounded by the work of my own hands.
All these little details just supplement everything Hobb wrote in her books, you add in these perfect bits of information which I desperately crave for, and I lap it all up, like some retarded cat in front of a bowl of cream. Mmm, oh, Amber.
I did not light any lamps. I didn’t need to see, only feel.
Oh, Amber. You are the perfect craftswoman.
I sat in the dark and carved a dragon and a serpent, and I thought about destiny.
The Ending Line of Perfection. I think I love this more than is healthy.
Permission to add to the fic list? :D ♥
P.S. Why don't you link to this on fitzandthefool? Lots of people would love to see more fic, trust me, but nobody checks individual journals, only the central community page. A link would bring many more folks to your fic, in which case everybody wins. After all, in a fandom this small, pimping is practically a mitzvah. *grin*
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I--!
You--!
And the Amber and the thing with the it and they--!
Guh.
(I have an incurable weakness for Liveship Traders fic. Okay. Now to review:)
Suddenly a huge head rears up, surrounded by a ruff of magnificent red spikes tipped with gold. The mouth opens, slowly, showing needle sharp teeth. The serpent’s eyes hold endless sadness -
That is such a Hobb paragraph. I love your descriptions--they fit right into the style of the book. Good job.
Light from a streetlamp outside fell on bins of beads and shelves stocked with wooden cups and figurines. It was comforting, to be surrounded by the work of my own hands.
All these little details just supplement everything Hobb wrote in her books, you add in these perfect bits of information which I desperately crave for, and I lap it all up, like some retarded cat in front of a bowl of cream. Mmm, oh, Amber.
I did not light any lamps. I didn’t need to see, only feel.
Oh, Amber. You are the perfect craftswoman.
I sat in the dark and carved a dragon and a serpent, and I thought about destiny.
The Ending Line of Perfection. I think I love this more than is healthy.
Permission to add to the fic list? :D ♥
P.S. Why don't you link to this on