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crack_van2011-06-24 09:34 pm
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Unsleeping by Martha (NC-17)
Fandom: THE SENTINEL
Pairing: Gen
Length: ~99.500
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
saffronhouse
Author Website: Good Morning, Sunshine
Why this must be read:
If you like a good, long, plotty horror story, this is for you. A tale of modern necromancy, a creepy story, which plays very nicely with Blair's shamanism, one that will give you more than one shiver and will keep you awake all night long.
And a good advice: don't begin to read it if you can't obliterate yourself from the world for a quite respectable amount of hours. Because this is long, and compelling, and thrilling, and you wouldn't want to stop once you are reading. And yes, that's why this rec comes on Friday night *g*
For those of you who don't know Martha's writing, have a taste here:
The night and the place seethed and roiled, breaking across Jim's open senses. Darkness poured over him like an infestation, like those fat white spiders he had remembered, as though he'd stuck his fist into their nest instead of crushing them with a log. Soft spider legs scuttled endlessly. A thousand of them, a million, dragging their bloated, yielding bodies behind them. For a long instant Jim was held all but motionless, trembling under the onslaught, but then he heard Blair's voice. Blair was weeping, saying, "Please," and "No." He was begging for mercy, for help, and nothing else mattered to Jim, not all the hosts of hell. He held his weapon in both hands and forced himself to walk up that garden path, through the horror which enveloped him. He called to the woman who stood before Blair, identifying himself, telling her to step away. She snarled something in return, as defiant as Ross had been, and none of the others even turned their heads to see Jim.
Oh, yes, I know! amazing... so go and have a good scare :D Unsleeping. And don't forget to let's Martha know how much you enjoyed this.
Pairing: Gen
Length: ~99.500
Author on LJ:
saffronhouseAuthor Website: Good Morning, Sunshine
Why this must be read:
If you like a good, long, plotty horror story, this is for you. A tale of modern necromancy, a creepy story, which plays very nicely with Blair's shamanism, one that will give you more than one shiver and will keep you awake all night long.
And a good advice: don't begin to read it if you can't obliterate yourself from the world for a quite respectable amount of hours. Because this is long, and compelling, and thrilling, and you wouldn't want to stop once you are reading. And yes, that's why this rec comes on Friday night *g*
For those of you who don't know Martha's writing, have a taste here:
The night and the place seethed and roiled, breaking across Jim's open senses. Darkness poured over him like an infestation, like those fat white spiders he had remembered, as though he'd stuck his fist into their nest instead of crushing them with a log. Soft spider legs scuttled endlessly. A thousand of them, a million, dragging their bloated, yielding bodies behind them. For a long instant Jim was held all but motionless, trembling under the onslaught, but then he heard Blair's voice. Blair was weeping, saying, "Please," and "No." He was begging for mercy, for help, and nothing else mattered to Jim, not all the hosts of hell. He held his weapon in both hands and forced himself to walk up that garden path, through the horror which enveloped him. He called to the woman who stood before Blair, identifying himself, telling her to step away. She snarled something in return, as defiant as Ross had been, and none of the others even turned their heads to see Jim.
Oh, yes, I know! amazing... so go and have a good scare :D Unsleeping. And don't forget to let's Martha know how much you enjoyed this.