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The Devil's Attic Affair by C.W. Walker (PG-13)
FANDOM: MAN FROM U.N.C.L.E.
Pairing: none
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st_crispins
Author Website: St. Crispin's Day Society
Why this must be read:
This is a fast-paced, well-plotted gen story set in the early days of U.N.C.L.E. Napoleon and Illya form part of a crack team whose mission is to infiltrate a seemingly impregnable THRUSH stronghold and retrieve an agent who has been in deep cover for several years. But things are not quite as they appear...
The story takes place in the French Pyrenees - in a France which has not forgotten the memories and scars of the Second World War - and the action never wavers. One of the strengths of C.W. Walker's writing is the way she evokes a sense of place - you'll feel as if you are really there while you are reading. There is also superb dialogue, a host of well-drawn original characters and a great Napoleon and Illya.
"Impossible."
Kuryakin whispered the word into Solo's ear. Huddled against the side of a deserted garage, they watched as Sabienne entered the cable car station.
The station wasn't much more than a large, square shack with a sloping roof, enclosed on three sides. Flat wooden slats substituted for windows. The interior was lit by several overhead bulbs. Between the cracks, the agents could make out a flock of gray Thrush uniforms, four or five at least. The motor whined and the suspension cables hummed as somewhere, high above their heads, a car made its labored descent from the abbey.
"There are too many soldiers," the Russian observed. "We'll never get into that car with her."
Solo shrugged. "Then we'll ride on top of it."
Kuryakin looked at him, unwilling to believe what he'd just heard. "You really have a death wish, don't you?"
The Devil's Attic Affair
Pairing: none
Author on LJ:
st_crispinsAuthor Website: St. Crispin's Day Society
Why this must be read:
This is a fast-paced, well-plotted gen story set in the early days of U.N.C.L.E. Napoleon and Illya form part of a crack team whose mission is to infiltrate a seemingly impregnable THRUSH stronghold and retrieve an agent who has been in deep cover for several years. But things are not quite as they appear...
The story takes place in the French Pyrenees - in a France which has not forgotten the memories and scars of the Second World War - and the action never wavers. One of the strengths of C.W. Walker's writing is the way she evokes a sense of place - you'll feel as if you are really there while you are reading. There is also superb dialogue, a host of well-drawn original characters and a great Napoleon and Illya.
"Impossible."
Kuryakin whispered the word into Solo's ear. Huddled against the side of a deserted garage, they watched as Sabienne entered the cable car station.
The station wasn't much more than a large, square shack with a sloping roof, enclosed on three sides. Flat wooden slats substituted for windows. The interior was lit by several overhead bulbs. Between the cracks, the agents could make out a flock of gray Thrush uniforms, four or five at least. The motor whined and the suspension cables hummed as somewhere, high above their heads, a car made its labored descent from the abbey.
"There are too many soldiers," the Russian observed. "We'll never get into that car with her."
Solo shrugged. "Then we'll ride on top of it."
Kuryakin looked at him, unwilling to believe what he'd just heard. "You really have a death wish, don't you?"
The Devil's Attic Affair
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I enjoyed writing this story especially because it's my version of the 'first meeting' of Solo and Kuryakin. I wanted something different than the semi-hostile encounter that's usually set in Waverly's office. In my own life, I find that best friends are often folks first thrown together by accident or coincidence and then something clicks.
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I was spoilt for choice, to be honest: I considered both 'The Sound of One Hand Clapping' and 'The Long St. Crispin's Day' as well, as they are both favourites of mine for different reasons. I love the open-ended sadness of the former - the lack of resolution, if you like, and the acknowledgement that fairy tale shouldn't end like this but often do - and the suspense in the latter is terrific - like a gathering storm. I don't know quite how you do it - but I think some of it comes down to the juxtaposition of the formation of UNCLE with the apparent peace and quiet of the clinic. You know something tremendous is about to happen with Waverley et al., and that anticipation carries over into Solo's and Kuryakin's story as well.