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Title: The Memory of Heat Reviewer: Lisse Signed
every word is perfection

Author's Response: ::blushes:: Awww...thanks! We put in a lot of work. It's nice to know that someone thinks it paid off. :-)
Date: Jun 09 2010 06:25 am [Report This]
Title: Coldagnir Reviewer: ebbingnight Signed
Oh, now we're getting into the "heart" of possible worlds. Van may have very mixed emotions about being in a world in which Sauron is perhaps not such a monster, and in which he himself is able to experience sexual ecstasy without the fear of fatally harming his partner, but in which Elgalad doesn't exist (or, at least, doesn't have his same existence as Van's beloved protegé), but things may be very different for Coldagnir, if this is indeed a "possible" world in which he hasn't had to wield a whip of fire or eat the marrow from elven bones.

Which side of "the door" would Coldagnir choose, given the opportunity? The world in which he hasn't had the chance to do such evil, or the one in which he has the chance to make amends?
Date: May 23 2010 02:32 pm [Report This]
Title: Meeting Reviewer: Karlmir Stonewain Signed
Your story has an excellent plot and you've marvelously described your characters and their surroundings. Please continue.

Author's Response: Oh, we are. We're six chapters ahead and posting one chapter per week, every Saturday, so we can stay ahead. Thanks for taking the time to read and review. :-)
Date: May 11 2010 08:09 am [Report This]
Title: Meeting Reviewer: Lisse Signed
Beautiful beyond my ability to describe. Masterfully done. Entrancing

Author's Response: Thank you!
Date: May 10 2010 04:39 am [Report This]
Title: The Door (I) Reviewer: Spiced Wine Signed
I suppose it's okay if I review *your* writing on this, Pink :)

It's amazing to see this up, and I know it would not look anything like this but for your editing.

Your Mordor fascinated me in Dawn, the first time I came across it, and Lugmokí; the orc-blood, who seemed so exotic, nothing like the orcs of Tolkien. It is an adventure and pleasure to step into it (or possibly out of it :D - those doors d;-) )

It was also enthralling to see some of Lugmokí's own powers, and to realize (with quite a shock) that she and Vanimórë are both *made* by Sauron, different Sauron's, but his creation in a way, and through that, not dissimilar.

As she rose up out of the water a sense of velvet shadow moved inside her skin, and out of this strange shadow came the suppressed scent of an iron dungeon and lightless stones glutted with ancient blood underscored by the slow burn of balrog-skin. Her eyes flew open and she saw only the baths, the damp walls fashioned out of thirsty sandstone and the dull pink marble pillars, and the black woman humming beneath her breath as she rubbed cinnamon-scented soap suds into her hair. She sat in the water and listened to its stone-bound restlessness, the echo of it off the ceiling, and reached deep into the darkness of her mind. There are no balrogs here, and no dungeons, so who is carrying these memories? These very old memories.
She had never felt the stamp of the First Age upon anyone but Sauron, and Sauron was in Mordor, and had he not been in Mordor he would not have felt like this. Here there was anger so old that it was woven into the songs of cells and fibers and veins, and brokenness, and a great measure of wrought-iron compassion, and there was a restless passion scented with the petals of strange flowers. Sauron did not feel like this.

The way she felt that was superbly introduced.
Thank you for letting me write with you.
Date: May 01 2010 01:27 pm [Report This]
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