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More Yuletide recs
Dec. 28th, 2003 01:09 pmI love the obscure fandoms that fellow Yuletide ficcers have come up with, especially the book ones. Here are a few that I particularly enjoyed that haven't already been recced to death:
- modus vivendi. Chronicles of Chrestomanci, PG-13. This reads like Diana Wynne Jones, and that's the highest praise I can give. Tonino Montana (from The Magicians of Caprona) settles in at Chrestomanci Castle and encounters cats of various sizes.
- Unexpected Gifts. Barrayar, R. Three Barrayar stories for the price of one! Such good ones, too. And there is even a bit of Miles/Bel. (I admit, I chickened out and didn't add Miles/Bel to the pairings I thought I could write - because I rather thought I couldn't. Maybe next time.)
- Encore. Tintin, PG. I know what you're thinking: Tintin? But this story knocked my socks off. It's about La Castafiore, and it's gorgeous from start to finish: The first item on the programme was the Jewel Song from Faust. In private, she called it her party piece. It was thin music, suitable for a girlish Gretchen, and she had fattened it with her thunderous voice until few men dared take the stage opposite her.
- modus vivendi. Chronicles of Chrestomanci, PG-13. This reads like Diana Wynne Jones, and that's the highest praise I can give. Tonino Montana (from The Magicians of Caprona) settles in at Chrestomanci Castle and encounters cats of various sizes.
- Unexpected Gifts. Barrayar, R. Three Barrayar stories for the price of one! Such good ones, too. And there is even a bit of Miles/Bel. (I admit, I chickened out and didn't add Miles/Bel to the pairings I thought I could write - because I rather thought I couldn't. Maybe next time.)
- Encore. Tintin, PG. I know what you're thinking: Tintin? But this story knocked my socks off. It's about La Castafiore, and it's gorgeous from start to finish: The first item on the programme was the Jewel Song from Faust. In private, she called it her party piece. It was thin music, suitable for a girlish Gretchen, and she had fattened it with her thunderous voice until few men dared take the stage opposite her.