LINKDING

<blockquote>As far as I know, dying in a malfunctioning shuttle does not violate the treaty. But I’m not a politician. (Seivarden finds herself in the hands of the Presger. If they even have hands.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>(Time goes by so slowly / and time can do so much) Daystar must always destroy the barrier, enter the castle and find his father. He must always be at least sixteen years old when he did so in order to wield the sword. But what if — what if he had been sixteen years old already when the wizards cast their spells? What if Cimorene could fix it so no one had to wait very long at all? In that case, what she and Daystar would one day do need not be changed; it was only a matter of when. In which Cimorene ignores thaumaturgical convention and decides to get those sixteen years back.</blockquote>

<blockquote>A drawn-out annexation, a hammered dulcimer, an old-fashioned entertainment titled Sovereign of Tavern Dancers and the story of how One Esk first found its voice.</blockquote>

<blockquote>A long, hard road to a happy ending.</blockquote>

<blockquote>"Did you win your year?" "I sure did," she said. "By a mile."</blockquote> ➤ a really good fic for a book I didn't care for at all - impressive!

<blockquote>“you have learned love but not self-consciousness, because love does not beget self. there’s no need for heart and body to love; no need for mind or soul though you have both, programmed for one and grew the other like a struggling sprout in a crack on the pavement, just for him, just like him. ” The Passenger and the Computer, in the midst of the all black everything. Time once more has meaning, and humanity must be redefined.</blockquote>

<blockquote>It was the only the beginning of a relentless campaign of terror and romance.</blockquote> ➤ knowledge of canon unnecessary

<blockquote>A little girl who missed the sun suffered a terrible act of cruelty. This is what happened to Margot, after.</blockquote> ➤ this is based on a short story I've never read, but it's perfectly possible to follow this fic without being familiar with the source material

<blockquote>My name is Lieutenant Tisarwat, and today I’m going to tell you about the rise of Anaander Mianaai.</blockquote>

<blockquote>There was a witch who lived up in the mountains, and I never heard but that she was a good one.</blockquote> ➤ apparently it's based on a folk story called "Raw Head and Bloody Bones" which I'd never heard of before! ➤ This is the story of a witch and her razorback hog familiar, and what happens after an unscrupulous man kills her hog. It's really good!

<blockquote>Do you know what it is like, she would say, to be twenty-nine years old and trapped in your childhood room? No, the curse came before and after the dancing, not during. The curse was a locked door every night; the curse was a father who would sell his daughters for an answer; the curse was a choice between strange men’s lives and our own freedom. The curse was a soldier who would barter a stolen secret for a kingdom, for my body in his marriage-bed.</blockquote> ➤ the stories of each of the 12 dancing princesses. WHAT A GOOD

<blockquote>On her wedding night to King Henry VIII, Katherine Parr discovers that a strange curse has been laid on all the queens of England...</blockquote> ➤ crossover of history with 12 dancing princesses - where there's a curse that all the queens of england will dance in hell until henry's line is ended. And it works so well! It's great seeing all these queens interacting with each other

<blockquote>"I am forced to admit," said Lucilla Marjoribanks, holding the magical sword firmly with both hands, "that this is somewhat removed from my sphere of expertise."</blockquote> ➤ Best fic idea, best crossover idea, WHAT A GOOD. The one where Lucilla incites a confrontation with the fairies who have been running roughshod over her neighbourhood.

<blockquote>"If anyone's going to overcome cultural prejudice against women of size in order to belatedly recognize Susan's inherent value as an agent and as a woman, it is by God going to be me!" Bradley Fine makes his move at last.</blockquote> ➤ This is fic for that humour movie I saw a trailer for with a woman who has never done field work being sent out as a spy and I AM SO DELIGHTED??? This fic is GREAT.

<blockquote>When I was a very small child my Aunt Semele was struck by lightning and died.</blockquote> ➤ HOLY CRAP this fic is good. also I don't have the right feelings tag for it and don't know what the correct feeling is to describe how the fic made me feel. Feelings are hard. ➤ also bonus A+ commentary: http://amo.dreamwidth.org/228448.html

<blockquote>Elliot thought he was prepared for elven culture. He finds he is really not prepared for Serene’s parents. “I am Fire-Red-Hair-Blows-in-the-Wind,” the elf man said, leading them up a grassy path. Up ahead, there was a wooden mansion that seemed to have grown organically between three massive oaks. “Please call me Fire. Although I went by ‘Fred’ for a while when I was travelling among the humans; do use that if it makes you more comfortable.”</blockquote>

<blockquote>Really, it's bad enough that you have to deal with these sorts of people in the cooler months. In summer I wish they'd just take themselves off to the provinces and all be disagreeable at each other, and leave us alone.</blockquote>

<blockquote>He had always thought he would end up married to his work. He had studied hard, worked diligently, brought himself to the attention of the right people--and ended up with an appointment to the Chrestomanci’s personal staff, as high as one could rise in Flavian’s chosen profession if one hadn’t happened to be born with nine lives. And when he got there he’d found Mordecai waiting for him. Mordecai, who threw all his previous ideas into confusion.</blockquote> ➤ AUUUUUUGH OVERCOME WITH FEELINGS

<blockquote>Sometimes adventures are very quiet things.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Or: five projects that Knives Chau regretted letting Darren Nichols talk her into.</blockquote> ➤ HOW IS THIS SO GOOD, HOW DOES IT WORK SO WELL

<blockquote>Scenes from a reunion</blockquote>

<blockquote>After the excitement of navigating the Ulanga and plotting to blow up a boat, Rose discovers the prospect of going home to England sounds unbearably dull. Also, she misses Charlie.</blockquote> ➤ A PRESENT FOR MEEEEEE and what a great present!

<blockquote>Flavia, brought up in the last lingering light of Roman Britain, was carried off from her burning home by a 'laughing giant' of a Saxon, in a raid during which her father and friends were brutally killed. Three years later, her brother found her again - married, and with a child by that same 'laughing giant'. Given the chance to escape back to the Roman British, with her brother and her child, she chose to stay with her husband rather than go with her brother. This story explores what those years were like for Flavia, and how she could come to make that choice.</blockquote> ➤ I am so so happy this fic exists. it's amazing

<blockquote>By this point, Dorothy was my doctor. Let me be more specific. She was the geriatric specialist who was evaluating me. On Mars. I was in for what I thought was a routine check-up to make sure I was still fit to be an astronaut. NASA liked to update its database periodically and I liked to be in that database. Not that I’d flown since I turned fifty, but I kept my name on the list in the faint hope that they would let me back into space again, and I kept going to the darn check-ups. Our previous doctor had retired back to Earth, and I’d visited Dorothy’s offices three times before she mentioned Kansas and the prairie.</blockquote> ➤ THANKS FOR MAKING ME CRY. Wow what a good story

<blockquote>Eponine is having a lousy night working the crowd at her usual speakeasy when in wanders a wide-eyed little rich girl, who promptly gets herself in a spot of trouble. Even the devil has to do a good deed sometimes. (1920s Chicago AU/slight crossover with Some Like It Hot, but you don’t need to know the fandom.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>The Ivory Sun was brilliant on the day the orphan arrived at the Citadel of Six-and-Twenty Wonders. She had come across a desert and a half, from a small mountain town of no repute, a town with only three moons and no stars at all to speak of. The girl’s name was Rayyana, and she had come to the Citadel to paint.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Greed may have been what forced Marley to walk the earth for all eternity, but he felt more bound in life to never be able to love whom he wished.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The advertisement is a spiky red impact bubble on the back of his box of Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs. Mail in just five box tops for your very own HOW TO BE A WIZARD KITchar- .</blockquote>

<blockquote>Geoffrey reaches for the nearest shelf, throws a conveniently placed bowl of fake fruit at Darren, and then gets to his feet and walks out of the prop closet with his lit cigarette held too-tight between his teeth as Darren yells, “You can hurl wax bananas at me all you bloody like, darling, it doesn’t change that I’m right and you know it!” (a few snapshots of Darren and Geoffrey: The College Years)</blockquote>

<blockquote>It starts when J.Lo decides he wants to take the SAT.</blockquote>