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crack_van2007-01-11 11:19 pm
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A private kind of purgatory by Ghostwriter (PG)
Fandom: MAN FROM U.N.C.L.E.
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the_haunt
Author website: Ghostwriter's haunt
Why this must be read:
A private kind of purgatory is so well written, that you can almost feel the pain, inhale the smoke and taste the blood.
It's a very strong fic, with an Napoleon with a strong sense of duty and looking after his partner.
Ghostie describes the total and utter chaos Napoleon and Illya are in fabulously.
Excerpt:
It's funny how one's thoughts turn surrealistic at the most inappropriate times. The first thing I noticed was how brightly his hair shone, catching the brilliant colors of the encroaching blaze. I had admired that golden mass many, many times, ever-thankful that he was a vain nonconformist when it came to hairstyles. It always seemed to fall right back into place no matter what the circumstances; like now. Every lock had settled perfectly, despite his awkward position and the pool of blood in which he was lying.
A private kind of purgatory
Author on LJ:
the_hauntAuthor website: Ghostwriter's haunt
Why this must be read:
A private kind of purgatory is so well written, that you can almost feel the pain, inhale the smoke and taste the blood.
It's a very strong fic, with an Napoleon with a strong sense of duty and looking after his partner.
Ghostie describes the total and utter chaos Napoleon and Illya are in fabulously.
Excerpt:
It's funny how one's thoughts turn surrealistic at the most inappropriate times. The first thing I noticed was how brightly his hair shone, catching the brilliant colors of the encroaching blaze. I had admired that golden mass many, many times, ever-thankful that he was a vain nonconformist when it came to hairstyles. It always seemed to fall right back into place no matter what the circumstances; like now. Every lock had settled perfectly, despite his awkward position and the pool of blood in which he was lying.
A private kind of purgatory