let's roll the dice just one more time
The Thief Series - Megan Whalen Turner
The Landscape After Cruelty by elanne
There were the moments like this: waking with Irene's hair in his face, the curve of her back against his side. / There were the moments after, when he lifted his arm to caress her with a hand that was no longer there. / "Use the other hand," she said, and did not move when he brushed the stump of his wrist against her shoulder. They never shrunk from what they had done; it was the only way they were able to know each other. / They lived moving from gentleness to cruelty and back, in the fragile spaces between love and fear and forgiveness. They ached with it, the rawness of it all, and the tenderness. / They woke tangled together in the mornings. Utterly perfect look at Gen and Irene - beautifully written and spot-on with the voices. I love this universe so much and this story is a brilliant addition to it. Plus! The title is spot on *and* from "Snow and Dirty Rain" by Richard Siken, a poem I adore. <3
Orange Blossom by shewhoguards
Lovely glimpse of Irene before she becomes Attolia.
Tears At Bedtime by Vilakins
"Some people are improved by misfortune." The queen stepped forward and lightly touched his black hair where it curled over his ear. / Eugenides turned his head so that her hand was on his cheek. "I'm not. I sulk," he said with a distinct lack of shame. Lovely, in character look at Gen and Irene on their wedding night.
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Gentleman Bastard Sequence - Scott Lynch
Lingering On by Lise
"I get worried when you're thinking too much." / [...] "That's strange. I've been thinking my whole life and you never worried before." / "You weren't dying before." / "Are you still harping on that? I don't feel like I'm dying. It was probably a bluff." / "If you believed that you wouldn't have tricked me into taking the antidote." / "I did not trick you. I slipped it in your drink. You drank it. That's not trickery. It's subtlety. There's a difference and I've done both so I know it." / "You motherfucker," Jean said, vehemently and with the utmost sincerity, and Locke couldn't help saying, "Never knew her, actually, but I did like yours," which earned him a wallop on the back of the head. Oh, *heart* This is exactly what I wanted - both of them trying to live with the aftermath of the end of the second book while the threat of Locke's death hangs over everything. A wonderful slice of emoporn.
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The Landscape After Cruelty by elanne
There were the moments like this: waking with Irene's hair in his face, the curve of her back against his side. / There were the moments after, when he lifted his arm to caress her with a hand that was no longer there. / "Use the other hand," she said, and did not move when he brushed the stump of his wrist against her shoulder. They never shrunk from what they had done; it was the only way they were able to know each other. / They lived moving from gentleness to cruelty and back, in the fragile spaces between love and fear and forgiveness. They ached with it, the rawness of it all, and the tenderness. / They woke tangled together in the mornings. Utterly perfect look at Gen and Irene - beautifully written and spot-on with the voices. I love this universe so much and this story is a brilliant addition to it. Plus! The title is spot on *and* from "Snow and Dirty Rain" by Richard Siken, a poem I adore. <3
Orange Blossom by shewhoguards
Lovely glimpse of Irene before she becomes Attolia.
Tears At Bedtime by Vilakins
"Some people are improved by misfortune." The queen stepped forward and lightly touched his black hair where it curled over his ear. / Eugenides turned his head so that her hand was on his cheek. "I'm not. I sulk," he said with a distinct lack of shame. Lovely, in character look at Gen and Irene on their wedding night.
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Gentleman Bastard Sequence - Scott Lynch
Lingering On by Lise
"I get worried when you're thinking too much." / [...] "That's strange. I've been thinking my whole life and you never worried before." / "You weren't dying before." / "Are you still harping on that? I don't feel like I'm dying. It was probably a bluff." / "If you believed that you wouldn't have tricked me into taking the antidote." / "I did not trick you. I slipped it in your drink. You drank it. That's not trickery. It's subtlety. There's a difference and I've done both so I know it." / "You motherfucker," Jean said, vehemently and with the utmost sincerity, and Locke couldn't help saying, "Never knew her, actually, but I did like yours," which earned him a wallop on the back of the head. Oh, *heart* This is exactly what I wanted - both of them trying to live with the aftermath of the end of the second book while the threat of Locke's death hangs over everything. A wonderful slice of emoporn.
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