(Back to Chapter Two, Part One) (Back to Chapter One) Ed's glasses clattered amidst the coffee cups and beer bottles and pens on the table. He loosened his tie, letting it draped, half-knotted, over his shoulders, his eyes dark at the midnight hour. "It's like chasing a retarded chipmunk."
Al stood behind him, his hands warm through Ed's wrinkled
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I think this story gets more and more amazing as I read it. It's easy for most people to get sucked into a good story-- but this one takes me and pulls me in like most can't.
You have just the right mixture of morbidity and humor and realism that combined, it's breathtaking. Al, Ed, and Noa all transform back and forth from trusting and fascinating to almost frightening-- and like I've said before, as time goes on, you make it all so impossibly flowing that I completely forget that it's a crossover. You've spoiled me-- I doubt I could read any other crossover fic without thinking that it didn't live up to this one.
You go so easily from light-heartedness to suspense and back to a sort of quiet, truthful beauty in your prose that I always love to see and crave more of. You're definitely one of my favorite authors, and have been since I first read your writing, and it always makes me happy to see when you've posted. <3
I would go on, but it's late and I don't really have any words left because this has honestly left me a little bit speechless. I hope you know exactly how beautiful and lovely your writing is, because, it /is/. <3
(Again, sorry for the late response...XO)
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