I almost always write by hand too. It's a thing for me, wanting to see all the words scratched out. I understand some novelists--John Updike maybe?--do that too. I like to think it gives us yet another opportunity to revise.
And we appreciate all of your labour on our behalf!
I love the freedom that comes with writing on paper. Makes it easier for me to just write whatever I want -- things seem less permanent on paper for some reason. ;)
I found this story on a rec page and I wanted you to know that it's truly excellent. I've read it straight through and I've enjoyed every minute of it. Keep it up! I look forward to the next chapter.
I liked that John showed some hints of being a good father in this chapter. I didn’t want to smack him around quite as much here as I did in the last installment. *g*
I also liked that there’s probably more to Hall than what we thought in the previous chapter, that he’s not just some psycho hunter killing fae for sport.
Favorite lines:
Here, there’s relief from the summer heat. Cool, crisp air circulates near the forest floor, damp earth fighting against the humidity, evaporating into a blanketing mist. Sound is dampened, muffled against rotting leaves and fallen twigs, captured between close trees. Above, where healthy green leaves rustle in the June breeze, birds chirp. Animals move. A thud sounds here and there as smaller creatures leap from tree to tree.
Great paragraph there. Lovely description. It really helps set the mood.
Estrella rushing away, as if pulled by a string at her back. The room pulls with her until it turns green, gold, silver, blacks against bright glows.Good description
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*laughs* I'm glad John's not getting smacked around this time. I do try to make him a nice guy at times, but he's just so damn stubborn and contridictory. *growls*
The psychologist sent over after Mary’s funeral had termed it, so aptly, Attachment Disorder. ‘He’ll pull back one day,’ she told John. ‘Tell himself he couldn’t care less if he was left alone. But he will. And he’ll do anything to please you and his little brother just to keep you around.’
Oh DEAN ahhhh you did it again, you know, the killing me :'( aww man, am so pissed I won't see the ending of this for six weeks *growls*
hmm is the ending of the chapter John thinking forward to when he'll bugger off before Pilot or is he planning on doing it now...while Dean's blind? Will kick his ass if it's the latter. then again, former deserves equal ass-kicking *sigh* the man's just kickable! And what he said to Dean in the diner, about making a scene...
*kick, kick, kick*
And the only way Dean would truly seek out his brother is if he was left alone. Abandoned.
So spot on dearie :) really. And despite the whole feeding thing, I must say I do love your Demi Fae, quite spectacular
when he needed to care for his children, even if it was only an illusion, or risk losing them. Oh, Dean, clear sight or illusion. What is real? Chasing shadows.
touch and sound have changed the dynamics of their relationship, the former taking longer for John to adjust to after years of being a teacher, not a father. and John still so very conflicted.
The images of the demi fae in the forest and Dean's dream are beautifully depicted, the sounds and touches also. The image of Dean protected by his father's arms lingers, although even there is seems he has no certainty.
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I almost always write by hand too. It's a thing for me, wanting to see all the words scratched out. I understand some novelists--John Updike maybe?--do that too. I like to think it gives us yet another opportunity to revise.
And we appreciate all of your labour on our behalf!
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I liked that John showed some hints of being a good father in this chapter. I didn’t want to smack him around quite as much here as I did in the last installment. *g*
I also liked that there’s probably more to Hall than what we thought in the previous chapter, that he’s not just some psycho hunter killing fae for sport.
Favorite lines:
Here, there’s relief from the summer heat. Cool, crisp air circulates near the forest floor, damp earth fighting against the humidity, evaporating into a blanketing mist. Sound is dampened, muffled against rotting leaves and fallen twigs, captured between close trees. Above, where healthy green leaves rustle in the June breeze, birds chirp. Animals move. A thud sounds here and there as smaller creatures leap from tree to tree.
Great paragraph there. Lovely description. It really helps set the mood.
Estrella rushing away, as if pulled by a string at her back. The room pulls with her until it turns green, gold, silver, blacks against bright glows.Good description ( ... )
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Oh DEAN ahhhh you did it again, you know, the killing me :'( aww man, am so pissed I won't see the ending of this for six weeks *growls*
hmm is the ending of the chapter John thinking forward to when he'll bugger off before Pilot or is he planning on doing it now...while Dean's blind? Will kick his ass if it's the latter. then again, former deserves equal ass-kicking *sigh* the man's just kickable! And what he said to Dean in the diner, about making a scene...
*kick, kick, kick*
And the only way Dean would truly seek out his brother is if he was left alone. Abandoned.
So spot on dearie :) really. And despite the whole feeding thing, I must say I do love your Demi Fae, quite spectacular
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touch and sound have changed the dynamics of their relationship, the former taking longer for John to adjust to after years of being a teacher, not a father. and John still so very conflicted.
The images of the demi fae in the forest and Dean's dream are beautifully depicted, the sounds and touches also. The image of Dean protected by his father's arms lingers, although even there is seems he has no certainty.
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I loved writing that part, just because I felt John's protective streak had to make a bigger appearance, plus, well, it's a sweet image, isn't it?
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