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crack_van2007-04-04 04:45 pm
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Michaelmas, by Sandra McDonald (PG-13)
Fandom: HIGHLANDER: THE SERIES
Pairing: None
Author Website: Sandra McDonald’s Highlander Fan Ficton.
Why this must be read:
This is, by far, one of the best stories to fix Archangel that I have ever come across. The explanation of who and what Ahriman is, his origins, and the way things are dealt with are truly fantastic writing. I refuse to spoil the ending for those who have not read it, but just let me say that it is something you most likely won’t forget. Sandra McDonald, as stated by others at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
crack_van, is simply one of the best Highlander authors around.
"I know what you've done. Murder. Rape. Torture. Mayhem. A thousand years of killing children and mothers, fathers and brothers. You are perhaps the most evil man who's ever walked the face of this planet."
"You honor me," Methos said, sketching a bow. "That's quite a title."
"You'll give it up here, I promise. You're going on a journey, Methos of Sumer."
Icy fingers crawled up his back. He had told no one his real name in at least a century. And how had she known about his time with Kronos and the others? "A journey where?" he snapped.
"To truth and love. You'll renounce your ways and embrace a truer path, no matter how long it takes. And I will help you."
Methos didn't like the confidence in her voice, but he let no trace of worry cross his face. He could outsmart her. He could outwit her. She was a weak and worthless woman and he, after all, had been one of the Four Horsemen.
But in the end, Columba proved right. Under a steady diet of bread and water, under her persistent tutelage, under the constellations that spun through the seasonal skies outside his window, he grew to renounce his evil ways and find a heart in his chest that could beat in appreciation of love and wisdom, not hate and fear.
And it only took two hundred years of being locked in the damn cell, on the island exactly before them as Antone rowed their boat to the white and sandy shore.
Michaelmas.
Pairing: None
Author Website: Sandra McDonald’s Highlander Fan Ficton.
Why this must be read:
This is, by far, one of the best stories to fix Archangel that I have ever come across. The explanation of who and what Ahriman is, his origins, and the way things are dealt with are truly fantastic writing. I refuse to spoil the ending for those who have not read it, but just let me say that it is something you most likely won’t forget. Sandra McDonald, as stated by others at
crack_van, is simply one of the best Highlander authors around."I know what you've done. Murder. Rape. Torture. Mayhem. A thousand years of killing children and mothers, fathers and brothers. You are perhaps the most evil man who's ever walked the face of this planet."
"You honor me," Methos said, sketching a bow. "That's quite a title."
"You'll give it up here, I promise. You're going on a journey, Methos of Sumer."
Icy fingers crawled up his back. He had told no one his real name in at least a century. And how had she known about his time with Kronos and the others? "A journey where?" he snapped.
"To truth and love. You'll renounce your ways and embrace a truer path, no matter how long it takes. And I will help you."
Methos didn't like the confidence in her voice, but he let no trace of worry cross his face. He could outsmart her. He could outwit her. She was a weak and worthless woman and he, after all, had been one of the Four Horsemen.
But in the end, Columba proved right. Under a steady diet of bread and water, under her persistent tutelage, under the constellations that spun through the seasonal skies outside his window, he grew to renounce his evil ways and find a heart in his chest that could beat in appreciation of love and wisdom, not hate and fear.
And it only took two hundred years of being locked in the damn cell, on the island exactly before them as Antone rowed their boat to the white and sandy shore.
Michaelmas.