LINKDING

<blockquote>Sarah McBride Anderson is best known for her work as a suffragette and later as the Representative of Massachusetts' 5th Congressional District, where she served from 1925-1937 (the first woman to represent Massachusetts, and the seventh woman in the US House of Representatives). Less well known is her lifelong friendship with J.A. Pendleton, the celebrated novelist and Pulitzer Prize winner. The two women met at college, where they roomed together. Although the correspondence between the two women after their college years has been published, these letters (excerpted from Anderson's letters home to her family during their college years) have not, and provide a fascinating glimpse into their friendship.</blockquote>

<blockquote>At the end of his life, retired Stabile of the Ekumen Genly Ai shares a part of his story on Gethen that he never told.</blockquote> ➤ Wow, that was really good. Did an amazing job of feeling like something that fits with canon

<blockquote>It is not an enviable position, being a bridge, particularly a bridge with visions. But sometimes, to build the future, that's what you need. Or: Harry and Corlath's daughter comes to Istan.</blockquote>

<blockquote>A detective is called to a space station to solve the mystery of whether--and how--twelve astronauts are accessing the surface of a forbidden planet.</blockquote> ➤ oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh this is INCREDIBLE

<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>“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>Even the sweetest pup will bite if handled roughly, and Regan is no innocent. The making of a girl who embraced her demons and turned them to her purpose.</blockquote>

<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>Sophia Wentworth was devoted to her brothers before she found happiness. Then she wanted the same for Frederick . . .</blockquote> ➤ THIS IS SO GOOOOOOD. I mean, the forward momentum disappears towards the latter part of the fic after Sophia and Croft are happily together and the focus shifts more to Frederick's romantic woes, and I could wish it had focused a little more on Sophia/Croft's comfortable happy adult relationship, but even so the fic was fabulous

<blockquote>Mike Webster had already been dreading a return to Camp Algonkian as the oldest camper, but his new counsellor seemed determined to make Mike's summer even worse.</blockquote> ➤ I AM SO HAPPY ABOUT EVERYTHINGGGG. ➤ And like I really love AVLS and it is in some ways the quintessential "back at Algonkian" fic for me, the AVLS Rudy always kind of bothered me with how very on top of every single situation he always is. I like that this Rudy is a little more, mmm, human and sympathetic?

<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>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>Terri Windling posted recently about the old fairy tale of frogs falling from a girl's lips, and I started thinking about what I'd do if that happened to me. </blockquote>

<blockquote>There is no simple word like beloved for what he feels for Tybalt's face, that tightening in his chest of mingled hatred and reluctant fondness, the rush of excitement whenever they cross blades or words. Mercutio has always won, before, the better fighter on both battlefields. Mercutio opens his eyes after the duel.</blockquote> ➤ Death creeping on one of my faves!

<blockquote>"Our tsar has three sons. Handsome lads, if one appreciates such things. None are married...yet." The old woman snorts. "That's why you're here, though, isn't it?" "I'm to return the arrow to its archer. I know nothing beyond that. Other than it's," Vasilissa's mouth twists, "fate." "So you find it cruel?" The hut closes around her, the air warm and heavy. It's thick with the sent of rosemary and sage from the bundles of herbs hanging from the beams above them. The bones of previous suppers (hares and chickens and maybe even men) rattle in a hauntingly soothing melody. "I'd rather find it kind. But at the moment, I miss my shop." She shakes her head, and some of the syrupy warmth tugging at her mind fades. "It's childish of me, I know." "And you're no child."</blockquote>

<blockquote>Soon after Lucius arrives at Castellum, he and Hilarion are trapped away from the fort by a fog. They take the opportunity to take each other's measure. Or: how Lucius got his wolfskin.</blockquote>

<blockquote>After WWI, Clive and Anne travel to Florence. It is the perfect setting for new and old romances to be understood.</blockquote> ➤ I read this just after finishing Maurice for the first time, and this fic gave me all the feels the book failed to. YES GOOD PERFECT ENDING TO THE BOOK

<blockquote>At seven, Lilo wants to grow up to be an intergalactic space hero.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Geoffrey Tennant made a career out of not allowing magicians to interfere with his productions. Darren Nichols, on the other hand, once turned his audience into grains of sand for a production of Beckett. The disagreement accidentally shapes their lives.</blockquote>

<blockquote>We, the People: a thirty-year retrospective and an examination of the role of the Nation in world history, for Earth Atlantic, 7 December 2035, excerpt.</blockquote> ➤ this is one of those stories where I'm not quite sure I understand everything, but it's wonderful anyways

<blockquote>The problem is nobody knows how fucking terrifying it is to be Bruno Walton all the time.</blockquote>

<blockquote>John Bender gets a life.</blockquote> ➤ I know nothing about Breakfast Club, so: it is a fic about a angry high schooler who drops out and winds up a mechanic, making something out of his life, and the other half the pairing is the nerd from high school

<blockquote>"It isn't that difficult," Chrestomanci went on. "I did it for the first time when I was twelve, and barely knew what it meant." His usually cool voice had gone warm with reminiscence. Cat looked up, trying to imagine Chrestomanci being twelve. "It felt marvelous."</blockquote> ➤ (in which Cat becomes Chrestomanci, briefly) ➤ rereading this in 2015 I am INEXPRESSIBLY DELIGHTED BY THIS FIC omg. How did I fail to flail all over this bookmark when I bookmarked in 2011???