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In the Fire Caves by Deborah (R)
Fandom: STAR TREK: DEEP SPACE NINE
Pairing: Winn/Dukat
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deborah_judge
Author Website: Deborah's stories & ff.net (DS9 fiction)
Why this must be read:
One of the trends I've seen in DS9 fiction over the past couple of years has been an increased focus on the complex figure of Winn Adami, in the hands of authors such asselenak & deborah_judge. 'In the Fire Caves' gives us a sympathetic portrait of the woman, from her childhood to her end. Powerful & thought-provoking, Deborah's tale fits neatly into the spaces in canon, whilst challenging certain canonical assumptions. It's also beautifully written, laced through with imagery of fire.
"Sometimes the Prophets speak to us in flame," Garah had told Adami. Garah had prayed to the burning candle, had even seemed to find some hope in it. Adami wanted this. Her hands clenched around the candle. She wanted this more than anything on Bajor.
Adami lit the candle, her hand trembling. She placed it carefully on a rock, bowed again before it, and closed her eyes.
"Prophets," she said.
The Prophets would soon surround her, embrace her with their love. In the face of their greatness nothing would matter, not even the Cardassian fingerprints on her body. "Prophets," she said again. "Prophets. I give myself to you. I belong to you. Take me, and use me for your purposes. Even if you have to kill me, even if you have to destroy me. Only take me, and make me your messenger on Bajor.
"She knew the Prophets would speak to her. She was of the priestly d'jarra, daughter of the great Kais and Vedeks who had spoken the words of the Prophets in ancient times. Surely she was a worthy vessel for their service.
"Let me be nothing before you. Take away everything I am, and make me yours." She felt the flame shake with the passion of her words. "And let me see you." Her voice broke with longing. "Please, let me see you. I'll do anything, be anything. Just let me see you."
Adami thought of her family's ruined fields, of her mother wasting of Cardassian disease. If the Prophets would only show themselves, then she would understand. It might still be terrible, but it would be possible to bear. She would praise the Prophets, even from the ashes of Bajor.
"Please," she begged, "let me see you."
In the Fire Caves
This is my last recommendation for you this month. I hope you've enjoyed some at least of the stories, and perhaps found a new author -- if you have, be sure to send feedback!
Pairing: Winn/Dukat
Author on LJ:
deborah_judgeAuthor Website: Deborah's stories & ff.net (DS9 fiction)
Why this must be read:
One of the trends I've seen in DS9 fiction over the past couple of years has been an increased focus on the complex figure of Winn Adami, in the hands of authors such as
selenak & deborah_judge. 'In the Fire Caves' gives us a sympathetic portrait of the woman, from her childhood to her end. Powerful & thought-provoking, Deborah's tale fits neatly into the spaces in canon, whilst challenging certain canonical assumptions. It's also beautifully written, laced through with imagery of fire. "Sometimes the Prophets speak to us in flame," Garah had told Adami. Garah had prayed to the burning candle, had even seemed to find some hope in it. Adami wanted this. Her hands clenched around the candle. She wanted this more than anything on Bajor.
Adami lit the candle, her hand trembling. She placed it carefully on a rock, bowed again before it, and closed her eyes.
"Prophets," she said.
The Prophets would soon surround her, embrace her with their love. In the face of their greatness nothing would matter, not even the Cardassian fingerprints on her body. "Prophets," she said again. "Prophets. I give myself to you. I belong to you. Take me, and use me for your purposes. Even if you have to kill me, even if you have to destroy me. Only take me, and make me your messenger on Bajor.
"She knew the Prophets would speak to her. She was of the priestly d'jarra, daughter of the great Kais and Vedeks who had spoken the words of the Prophets in ancient times. Surely she was a worthy vessel for their service.
"Let me be nothing before you. Take away everything I am, and make me yours." She felt the flame shake with the passion of her words. "And let me see you." Her voice broke with longing. "Please, let me see you. I'll do anything, be anything. Just let me see you."
Adami thought of her family's ruined fields, of her mother wasting of Cardassian disease. If the Prophets would only show themselves, then she would understand. It might still be terrible, but it would be possible to bear. She would praise the Prophets, even from the ashes of Bajor.
"Please," she begged, "let me see you."
In the Fire Caves
This is my last recommendation for you this month. I hope you've enjoyed some at least of the stories, and perhaps found a new author -- if you have, be sure to send feedback!