Songs in the key of bluegrass apocalypse. Because hey, I have a thing for scary Americana.


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    “I am Janet,” she said, “and that’s all you’ll have from me - no true name by which to bind me. But I know you, so there’s no use in hiding - Young Tam-Lin, eater of souls, sorcerer-lord.” She set her stinging hands against her hips and added, “You’re not what I expected.”


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Some time ago, I promised barefoottomboy a mix of soothing instrumentals for those times when you feel lost, or unable to think clearly, or simply need to study. I tried to select songs that are both comforting (nothing that sounds too sad, I hope, and nothing ragged-edged or very dark) and interesting, the kinds of songs that tell little wordless stories in ( Read more... )

Sometimes in her sleep she can hear singing, wild and deep, like water and stone. Morgana, S2.

Alternate title: Jo is deeply, deeply pissed off at the Merlin writers for their treatment of Morgana (girl in anguish is denied answers by the only people who know what's happening to her for stupid selfish reasons and they are (and by extension we are ( Read more... )

He does not comprehend her dreams. Ysidro watches Lydia Asher, c. Travelling With the Dead.

Written for Yuletide 2010, for SarahT. Er, yes, I wrote TWOtN fic two years in a row. I'd be garnering a reputation did this fandom consist of more than, like, seven people.

( He cannot remember exactly the moment when their eyes met across the dim cabin and the thought drifted coolly across his mind: Lydia Asher, you would have made a good vampire. )

November: grey and brown and cobalt; goose-calls and rain and tiny bright snowflakes; black trees and still-warm winds and the rustle of leaves underfoot. My usual autumn mix was slow in coming together, and thus it transformed into a quieter, candlelight-and-grey-days mixtape, songs for the colder weather and shorter days, stretching slowly ( Read more... )

Late summer -- fiery, brooding, and heavy with anticipation. Summer thunderstorms are some of my favourite weather: weird, fey, dark weather, in which anything could happen, and the world is alive. This is a mix for dark skies and high winds and heavy hot air cut apart by rain: and then, the aftermath. (It is also full of cellos: as if I needed an ( Read more... )

For my sister, who just turned three -- beautiful, strange songs that will hopefully give her dreams of becoming a dragon-slaying adventuress when she grows up. These songs are not in any especial narrative order -- some are about adventure, others are there to paint the world ( Read more... )

Nick and Alan, after the end and the beginning. Major spoilers for The Demon's Lexicon. (No, really. If you're planning to read this book -- and if you aren't, put it on your to-do list forthwith! -- do not read this fic, or I may have to hurt you.) Written for Lise for Yuletide.

( They go home. )

For Jaela, for Yuletide. (Fun fact: I know Jaela through Twitter, and cackled evilly when I found her prompts on the Yuletide Madness list.)

(  Somewhere, beneath the gauze of layers wrapped round and round her soul, she has a steady centre. She doesn't always know what it is, what it means, only that no matter who she is, it thrums inside of her like a heartbeat. )