Vorkosific?
I don't even have a computer at the moment, but I'll check in for the answers when I can. Because I *have* to know.
Does anyone have any good Vorkosiverse fic? I've read Erica's HP/Vorkosigan crossovers, and I know A.J. Hall's written some too, but other than that, I've no knowledge at all of the fandom.
I'm dreadfully afraid it's not a large fandom and won't produce on demand the full angsty Ges Vorrutyer/Aral Vorkosigan backstory.
NM, up to Komarr in her re-reading and oh so in admiration of Bujold's genius. I mean devestating paragraphs like this: Ekaterin's thoughts about her husband:
"That had broken something in her at last, some will to desire his good opinion. How could you argue sense into someone who believed something not because it was true, but because he was an idiot? No amount of panicky protestation or indignant denial or futile attempt to prove a negative was likely to help, because the problem was not in the accused, but in the accuser. She began then to believe he was living in a different universe, one with a different set of physical laws, perhaps, and an alternate history. And very different people from the ones she'd met of the same name. Smarmy dopplegangers all."
I wish I could write like that. I wish I could express like that.
Does anyone have any good Vorkosiverse fic? I've read Erica's HP/Vorkosigan crossovers, and I know A.J. Hall's written some too, but other than that, I've no knowledge at all of the fandom.
I'm dreadfully afraid it's not a large fandom and won't produce on demand the full angsty Ges Vorrutyer/Aral Vorkosigan backstory.
NM, up to Komarr in her re-reading and oh so in admiration of Bujold's genius. I mean devestating paragraphs like this: Ekaterin's thoughts about her husband:
"That had broken something in her at last, some will to desire his good opinion. How could you argue sense into someone who believed something not because it was true, but because he was an idiot? No amount of panicky protestation or indignant denial or futile attempt to prove a negative was likely to help, because the problem was not in the accused, but in the accuser. She began then to believe he was living in a different universe, one with a different set of physical laws, perhaps, and an alternate history. And very different people from the ones she'd met of the same name. Smarmy dopplegangers all."
I wish I could write like that. I wish I could express like that.