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  • summary: Jiang Leizhu had no intention of becoming the Peak Lord of Xun Shou Peak. But that was the curse of competency, she supposed. She had, when Ma Zelui first approached her about the position, turned her shizun down. Running a peak, after all, would take time away from her passion project. She was content to end up an ordinary master on the peak, with ordinary expectations of her contributions in time and effort back to the sect for its part in feeding and housing her. All her saying so had earned her was a smack to the head that left her ears ringing for the rest of the day, and a month mucking out the stables with the outer disciples, with the expectation she would move into the head disciple’s cabin at the end of that month with a properly grateful attitude. But at least it meant she got to meet Shang Qinghua. Even if that wasn’t how she got to know him. ➜ svsss fic, sqh/the beast peak lord ➜ the author is on a mission to write a fic for each of the peaks, about the peak lord's relationship with sqh, which is amazing. this one is for the beast peak, and canon provides no info about that peak lord! ➜ I love the character created for this role, her competencies and obsessions are great, and the kind of relationship she develops with sqh! ➜ deeply weird but oddly sweet, which is such a good approach to this ship <3 ➜ 10k words long
  • excerpt: This must be what happened: The head elder said I would find Ai-Lian in the wooded hills that bristle with red maples. As the evacuating townsfolk slung meager belongings onto packhorses under flickering torchlight, the ascendant moon enflamed the lavender canopy beyond the town walls. I handed the reins of my horses to the elder himself as he supervised the evacuation. His were an uncouth people—but terrified. They eyed my sheathed jian, Fate Cutter, immortalized in song by countless minstrels. That was how they knew me through my riding mask. I reassured each harried frontiersman and woman, each rough-clothed child, with the clasp of an elbow, the pat of a shoulder. I touched them all, saying in the strong northern dialect of the Zhong-ren, “ni-men bu pa. Ni-men yao shenma hao pa, fang kai ba. Ni-men fang xin.” But huddled before me, they were afraid. They would not let go their fears. They would not take heart. ➤ a fantasy novelette set in a historical china, and holy shit it is SO SO SO GOOD ➤ about two sword-brothers, meeting again after decades apart ➤ the way the story circles around itself over and over again, uncovering new layers each time, new complexities, new details about what happened and what is happening -- it's so beautifully constructed and leads the reader on so compellingly ➤ and the story it's telling.....one about love, and trust, and classism, and imperialism, and the threat of monstrous creatures inflitrating......about, at its heart, the relationship between these two men, their importance to each other, and the fractures at the heart of their relationship, and the wide-reaching consequences ➤ I love it so much, it's brilliantly and beautifully done and with such fascinating explorations of its themes! ➤ 10k words

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