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Mar. 1st, 2005 03:15 pmFirst:
luckilyotto has posted the first chapter in
shouldmyheart! For all of you not aware of what kind of beast
shouldmyheart exactly is, let me explain. Heather played Ted in the RPG Toujours Pur that died away a few months ago, while I was Andromeda. (I must say, Heather's Ted has become my canonical vision of the character.) So the comm is a big-scale fanfic project centered around Ted/Andromeda.
She's just posted the first chapter, and it's great.
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On a side note, the comm name prompts me to do a little promotion. (Not self- , alas.)
There's a novel in which "If love were the only thing..." is the beginning of a poem. That novel is great. (I do not have an endless supply of meliorative epithets, I'll have you know.) You should go and read it. It's A College of Magics, by Caroline Stevermer. The time is 1908, the place is Europe, the result is a jewel. A girl, the heiress of the duchy of Galazon, is sent away from home by her Wicked Uncle. (The caps are not mine, I kid you not. Told you it was great.) Now she finds herself in Normandy of-all-places, a place which is nothing like Galazon, all ocean and no trees, to supposedly learn magic at the finishing school of Greenlaw. She's rather disgruntled about it.
I have one minor squabble with the book (because I am an anal-retentive little bugger.): the French newspaper Le Monde is mentioned, whereas it only came into existence after WWII.
Isn't it pathetic that I can't find anything else to criticise?
She's just posted the first chapter, and it's great.
*
On a side note, the comm name prompts me to do a little promotion. (Not self- , alas.)
There's a novel in which "If love were the only thing..." is the beginning of a poem. That novel is great. (I do not have an endless supply of meliorative epithets, I'll have you know.) You should go and read it. It's A College of Magics, by Caroline Stevermer. The time is 1908, the place is Europe, the result is a jewel. A girl, the heiress of the duchy of Galazon, is sent away from home by her Wicked Uncle. (The caps are not mine, I kid you not. Told you it was great.) Now she finds herself in Normandy of-all-places, a place which is nothing like Galazon, all ocean and no trees, to supposedly learn magic at the finishing school of Greenlaw. She's rather disgruntled about it.
I have one minor squabble with the book (because I am an anal-retentive little bugger.): the French newspaper Le Monde is mentioned, whereas it only came into existence after WWII.
Isn't it pathetic that I can't find anything else to criticise?