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Winterborne by Beck McLaughlin (NC-17)
Fandom: HIGHLANDER
Pairing: N/A
Author on LJ: Not that I know of
Author Website: Hosted at Athers Fiction Library. Slash fiction at The Erotic Fiction of Becca Abbott.
Why this must be read: Because Epic isn't just a picture sent by email.
I've been kind to you and recced this before the weekend, so that if you find yourself unable to stop reading you have some time for it <g> This is a long story, with an Interlude and a sequel, but that's not what makes it epic. It achieves that status by the breadth of the imagination that lies behind it, and the scope of the story.
Set a few decades into the future, we enter a world where some things are still familiar, but there are mysteries that we discover along with the characters. Methos has been imprisoned for forty years. Duncan is believed to be dead. There are pre-Immortals, very interactive computers, traitors where once stood friends, and an old man in a cell who seems very familiar. Original characters abound from the word go, yet the quality of their description is such that we care about them, and hope they find a better life. It's not without humour - I particularly enjoyed the deity by which they swear - but there's also a bleak look at what man will do to man, or Immortal.
"Good afternoon, Hunter Gytha. Thank you very much for coming."
The young woman nodded. She set her hands neatly in her lap. The two men behind her watched every muscle twitch. That was fine. Clients were always edgy. The bigger the exec, the guiltier the conscience. Gytha nodded to Erich Ransom, a Macrobyte VP, whose conscience must be very uneasy, indeed..
"My pleasure. Who’s the target?"
This was more abrupt than was comfortable for the well-fed, well-protected elite of the CBNA' biggest corporation. Ransom’s mouth tightened, but Gytha wasn't an ordinary Hunter. He knew it, and she knew it.
"Duncan MacLeod," he said.
.
.
.
"You’ll give me all the intelligence you have?"
"Of course -- and more." Ransom smiled tightly. "We’ll give you bait."
Gytha’s brows rose. On the other side of the room, a door opened and three men came in. Two were guards, the third was an Immortal in a grey coverall with a number stenciled over the left breast. Sunlight fell through the tall windows to glint on short, dark hair, glance off the heavy steel manacles around his wrists.
The Immortal looked at none of them. Instead, he stared out over Carmel, head up, disdainful. Gytha, however, was a Hunter. She saw the tension in the set of his shoulders, the muscle that leapt in a straight jaw. He was afraid.
"This is Methos."
Re-reading it for this rec, I still felt the excitement that I had on the first reading. The same exhilaration I found with science fiction - of being transported to a new world.
Winterborne (1st part of three)
Pairing: N/A
Author on LJ: Not that I know of
Author Website: Hosted at Athers Fiction Library. Slash fiction at The Erotic Fiction of Becca Abbott.
Why this must be read: Because Epic isn't just a picture sent by email.
I've been kind to you and recced this before the weekend, so that if you find yourself unable to stop reading you have some time for it <g> This is a long story, with an Interlude and a sequel, but that's not what makes it epic. It achieves that status by the breadth of the imagination that lies behind it, and the scope of the story.
Set a few decades into the future, we enter a world where some things are still familiar, but there are mysteries that we discover along with the characters. Methos has been imprisoned for forty years. Duncan is believed to be dead. There are pre-Immortals, very interactive computers, traitors where once stood friends, and an old man in a cell who seems very familiar. Original characters abound from the word go, yet the quality of their description is such that we care about them, and hope they find a better life. It's not without humour - I particularly enjoyed the deity by which they swear - but there's also a bleak look at what man will do to man, or Immortal.
"Good afternoon, Hunter Gytha. Thank you very much for coming."
The young woman nodded. She set her hands neatly in her lap. The two men behind her watched every muscle twitch. That was fine. Clients were always edgy. The bigger the exec, the guiltier the conscience. Gytha nodded to Erich Ransom, a Macrobyte VP, whose conscience must be very uneasy, indeed..
"My pleasure. Who’s the target?"
This was more abrupt than was comfortable for the well-fed, well-protected elite of the CBNA' biggest corporation. Ransom’s mouth tightened, but Gytha wasn't an ordinary Hunter. He knew it, and she knew it.
"Duncan MacLeod," he said.
.
.
.
"You’ll give me all the intelligence you have?"
"Of course -- and more." Ransom smiled tightly. "We’ll give you bait."
Gytha’s brows rose. On the other side of the room, a door opened and three men came in. Two were guards, the third was an Immortal in a grey coverall with a number stenciled over the left breast. Sunlight fell through the tall windows to glint on short, dark hair, glance off the heavy steel manacles around his wrists.
The Immortal looked at none of them. Instead, he stared out over Carmel, head up, disdainful. Gytha, however, was a Hunter. She saw the tension in the set of his shoulders, the muscle that leapt in a straight jaw. He was afraid.
"This is Methos."
Re-reading it for this rec, I still felt the excitement that I had on the first reading. The same exhilaration I found with science fiction - of being transported to a new world.
Winterborne (1st part of three)
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