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hazelwho.livejournal.com) wrote in
crack_van2012-03-21 04:56 pm
Night is the Colour of a Self by Salieri (all ages)
Fandom: DUE SOUTH
Characters: Fraser, Kowalski, Dief
Length: 1000 words + a few pictures
Author on LJ: Salieri/
troyswann
Author Website: incomplete list here - please let me know if you know where to find more of Salieri's stories! ETA: more due South fic can be found here, but your browser may throw an error the first time you click on the link. Persistence is rewarded, apparently...
Why this must be read: This is one of those stories that really sticks with you. The writing is gorgeous and has a dreamy, ethereal quality to it that's almost haunting. At the same time, the details of the landscape are so richly described that you feel like you are right there with Fraser and Ray and Dief.
Ray turns full-circle on the alpine plain. All around them, the peaks are sketched thin blue on blue in unbroken chains just below eye-level. The weird scale of it makes him want to kneel. Beside his boot, a tree—maybe a hundred years old, Fraser says—is a pinwheel of leathery branches tight against the gray rock, pressed flat by the weight of the sky. Ray crouches to measure it. It’s not much bigger than his spread fingers, grows in a flaky bed of pale lichen and scruffy moss. When he lifts his head, he has to steady himself with a fist in the thick fur at Dief’s neck. Vertigo. The tiny and the vast are pressed together in the thin margin of space at the top of the world.
Night is the Colour of a Self
Characters: Fraser, Kowalski, Dief
Length: 1000 words + a few pictures
Author on LJ: Salieri/
Author Website: incomplete list here - please let me know if you know where to find more of Salieri's stories! ETA: more due South fic can be found here, but your browser may throw an error the first time you click on the link. Persistence is rewarded, apparently...
Why this must be read: This is one of those stories that really sticks with you. The writing is gorgeous and has a dreamy, ethereal quality to it that's almost haunting. At the same time, the details of the landscape are so richly described that you feel like you are right there with Fraser and Ray and Dief.
Ray turns full-circle on the alpine plain. All around them, the peaks are sketched thin blue on blue in unbroken chains just below eye-level. The weird scale of it makes him want to kneel. Beside his boot, a tree—maybe a hundred years old, Fraser says—is a pinwheel of leathery branches tight against the gray rock, pressed flat by the weight of the sky. Ray crouches to measure it. It’s not much bigger than his spread fingers, grows in a flaky bed of pale lichen and scruffy moss. When he lifts his head, he has to steady himself with a fist in the thick fur at Dief’s neck. Vertigo. The tiny and the vast are pressed together in the thin margin of space at the top of the world.
Night is the Colour of a Self

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