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crack_van2007-06-12 12:29 am
Seasons of the Emperor's Regret by hossgal (PG)
Hi, PDX here for the next go on driving the Farscape Van. Sorry for the late start, I'm not sure where the days go. I love Farscape heart and soul and it's an absolute joy to have such wonderful fic to read.
So, here we are again. Sit down, hang on and don't forget to feed the authors. I know it warms their hearts.
Fandom: FARSCAPE
Pairing: n/a
Author on LJ:
hossgal
Author Website: hossgal's fic homepage
Why this must be read:
I'm really glad I have another of
hossgal's fics to rec. She is a writer who never fails to amaze me with her storytelling. With beautiful world building and vivid descriptions she puts you right in the middle of every story.
Some characters in Farscape get all the love. This is a story of one who doesn't. You may hate him, you may love him. Guaranteed you'll be touched by this.
Moya made one pass with the docking web, the ship snatching you up like a broad-finned predator of the open sea – diving to pluck you and your burden from the planet's surface, and then racing back up through atmosphere. The speed was incredible, pinning you against the hawser cables with the wind of her passing. The infant sat on your chest like a stone.
Seasons of the Emperor's Regret (The You Get What Everyone Gets Remix)
So, here we are again. Sit down, hang on and don't forget to feed the authors. I know it warms their hearts.
Fandom: FARSCAPE
Pairing: n/a
Author on LJ:
Author Website: hossgal's fic homepage
Why this must be read:
I'm really glad I have another of
Some characters in Farscape get all the love. This is a story of one who doesn't. You may hate him, you may love him. Guaranteed you'll be touched by this.
Moya made one pass with the docking web, the ship snatching you up like a broad-finned predator of the open sea – diving to pluck you and your burden from the planet's surface, and then racing back up through atmosphere. The speed was incredible, pinning you against the hawser cables with the wind of her passing. The infant sat on your chest like a stone.
Seasons of the Emperor's Regret (The You Get What Everyone Gets Remix)
