Female-centric fics from the NFE 2014
The Narnia Fic Exchange 2014 had some wonderful female-centric fics; I hope the community enjoys looking through this list.
Endless Roads to Travel, Endless Lives to Live, by snacky
Three adventures Polly Plummer never had, and two she gave to others.
Concerning the Daily Maintenance of a Large Country House by WingedFlight
People were always falling into Adventures in the Professor's house.
Diplomacy with Giants by Shabby Abby (KJPearl)
When the Narnian rulers hear about giants killing their subjects Susan and Lucy must go investigate.
Love So You Can Let Go by ViaLethe
Lucy knows love in many forms, but there's still one she can't understand quite yet; luckily, she's always been the inquisitive sort.
That We May Hear the Whispers of the Gods by Rthstewart
When a goddess feels she's owed, the wise woman will pay up, with interest.
"...the marks of that which once hath been" by Heliopause/heliopausa
Their story began with wonder and delight, as they each discovered in the other what seemed another self.
But what was real and what was illusory? Was change? Or constancy? Or choice?
Gone to Vinegar by cofax/cofax7
Susan has hardly spoken since Boris opened the door to Lucy's room, with its shattered windowpanes and Father Christmas's gifts abandoned on the torn bedclothes.
Endless Roads to Travel, Endless Lives to Live, by snacky
Three adventures Polly Plummer never had, and two she gave to others.
Concerning the Daily Maintenance of a Large Country House by WingedFlight
People were always falling into Adventures in the Professor's house.
Diplomacy with Giants by Shabby Abby (KJPearl)
When the Narnian rulers hear about giants killing their subjects Susan and Lucy must go investigate.
Love So You Can Let Go by ViaLethe
Lucy knows love in many forms, but there's still one she can't understand quite yet; luckily, she's always been the inquisitive sort.
That We May Hear the Whispers of the Gods by Rthstewart
When a goddess feels she's owed, the wise woman will pay up, with interest.
"...the marks of that which once hath been" by Heliopause/heliopausa
Their story began with wonder and delight, as they each discovered in the other what seemed another self.
But what was real and what was illusory? Was change? Or constancy? Or choice?
Gone to Vinegar by cofax/cofax7
Susan has hardly spoken since Boris opened the door to Lucy's room, with its shattered windowpanes and Father Christmas's gifts abandoned on the torn bedclothes.