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kelly-girl.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2004-06-05 02:37 pm
Fallen by Maystone (PG-13)
Fandom: FIREFLY
Pairing: None
Author on LJ:Maystone
Author Website: She's working on it.
Why this must be read:
If I believed in such things I'd believe Maystone had a backdoor into Joss's brain. She writes scenes and conversations that come alive and are complete enough to make you laugh, cry or wonder why this story isn't being filmed right now.
Fallen is a story with a mystery that consumes a man already consumed by trying to make his sister well. It's about crew and friends and life in the black, life in general and people trying to survive that life.
It was the captain who had found her. He had come to the cargo bay on an early morning errand, Simon wasn't sure what it was. It didn't matter. And there lay River, on her stomach, her head turned to the left, the right side of her face cracked open and bloodied from the impact of the fall. She had been dressed for a celebration - the red-and-gold scarf from Inara, a crimson shirt that Kaylee had given her, the long blue skirt that he had bought her with his cut from the job on Ariel. It was her birthday. She was eighteen.
Fallen
Pairing: None
Author on LJ:Maystone
Author Website: She's working on it.
Why this must be read:
If I believed in such things I'd believe Maystone had a backdoor into Joss's brain. She writes scenes and conversations that come alive and are complete enough to make you laugh, cry or wonder why this story isn't being filmed right now.
Fallen is a story with a mystery that consumes a man already consumed by trying to make his sister well. It's about crew and friends and life in the black, life in general and people trying to survive that life.
It was the captain who had found her. He had come to the cargo bay on an early morning errand, Simon wasn't sure what it was. It didn't matter. And there lay River, on her stomach, her head turned to the left, the right side of her face cracked open and bloodied from the impact of the fall. She had been dressed for a celebration - the red-and-gold scarf from Inara, a crimson shirt that Kaylee had given her, the long blue skirt that he had bought her with his cut from the job on Ariel. It was her birthday. She was eighteen.
Fallen
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