Falcon's Fic: The Path Untrod (Epilogue)
Fandom: The Saga of Darren Shan
Title: The Path Untrod
Author: Falcon Whitaker
Pairing: References to Vancha March/Alice Burgess in Chapter One; references to Darren Shan/Debbie Hemlock in several places.
Rating & Warnings: Rated 15+ for strong, bloody violence.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Saga of Darren Shan or any of the associated characters. I do not profit.
Feedback/Concrit Welcome?: Very much so.
Summary: As long as he does not change the course to the present, Desmond Tiny can do anything. And sometimes he can do more. Sometimes he can bend the path untrod.
Spoiler Warning! Do not read until you have finished The Saga! Major spoilers within!
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Previous Chapters
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
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Epilogue
In a fiery cosmos somewhere beyond time and above space, a small man in Wellington boots grins maliciously. Below him, the great white line of time blazes ever onwards, ripe for the meddling, ready to be manipulated and gently steered into the course of Armageddon.
And branching from it, pulsing thickly, red as clotted blood, are the paths untrod. And they will always be there, pulsating with possibility, dead and empty of purpose.
The path untrod will lurk in your thoughts and follow you in your dreams.
The path untrod will haunt you 'til you die.
Title: The Path Untrod
Author: Falcon Whitaker
Pairing: References to Vancha March/Alice Burgess in Chapter One; references to Darren Shan/Debbie Hemlock in several places.
Rating & Warnings: Rated 15+ for strong, bloody violence.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Saga of Darren Shan or any of the associated characters. I do not profit.
Feedback/Concrit Welcome?: Very much so.
Summary: As long as he does not change the course to the present, Desmond Tiny can do anything. And sometimes he can do more. Sometimes he can bend the path untrod.
Spoiler Warning! Do not read until you have finished The Saga! Major spoilers within!
~~~~~
Previous Chapters
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
~~~~~
Epilogue
In a fiery cosmos somewhere beyond time and above space, a small man in Wellington boots grins maliciously. Below him, the great white line of time blazes ever onwards, ripe for the meddling, ready to be manipulated and gently steered into the course of Armageddon.
And branching from it, pulsing thickly, red as clotted blood, are the paths untrod. And they will always be there, pulsating with possibility, dead and empty of purpose.
The path untrod will lurk in your thoughts and follow you in your dreams.
The path untrod will haunt you 'til you die.