Sasha Distan

First love can't always last though, and the love that mattered was always the one between Rhyder and Shura: there's nothing quite like a boy and his horse. Bryce wandered into the story and he wandered out again...

I told you I'd win you round eventually. After all, I gave you a common enemy in the form of Becca... Despicable is a bit strong, is it not? Kieran did not much different to hundreds of young gay men who live in cities where there is a big gay scene, no different to most of the cast of Queer As Folk and certainly no worse than many of William.J.Mann's 'circuit queens' who do all that Kieran did with rather large amounts of illegal drugs. And he told Robin he loved him. surely you can't blame the kid for wanting to stay in the cosy little bubble of 'denial' where nothing matter expect himself and Robin and the dogs. Everyone wants to ignore the world sometimes.

soft

I'm glad you liked it. No fairy godmother's here I'm afraid.

aww, thank you hun.Also, not a snowflakes chance in hell.

I love your reviews Gary, and this one is especially touching. Perhaps there is one person in the world who understand a story just as perfectly as it could be understood - and maybe that is you. But the joy of reading, as Alan Bennett said, is finding that feeling that you fell encapsulated in words - that someone else has felt this thing that until that moment, had only been experienced by you. and this person may be thousands of miles away or hundreds of years ago, and yet, they felt the same as you. It is a magical thing.Thank you Gary, and you're welcome.

voyeurism is sometimes inappropriate....

*grin*

“Are you really sure you wanna do that?” Robin arched an eyebrow at his bed mate. “Yup,” Kieran grinned cockily, “I do. Go on.” “Well, if you’re sure…” “You’re such a fucking tease Sparrow! C’mon already.” Robin flicked to the appropriate page and barked with laughter. “You open the cupboard, there is a blood curdling scream and a strange ghastly apparition shoots out and passes right through you. Lose two fear points and turn to four-hundred-and-sixty-seven.” “Hey! I only had two fear poi

...what Addy said.

Yes, I understand completely if you all hate me after reading this. With NaNoWrimo coming up, all of my IRL writing friends are planning their novels and gearing up for, what is to them, a challenge of such enormity that it is all they can think of. Now, don't get me wrong, I spend a disproportionate amount of my time both awake and asleep thinking about my characters (because I am a writer, and that's just what we do), but unlike some of my NaNo friends, I don't try and take my holiday time in November so that I can have a hope of winning (on a related note, being a teacher I have about as much control over my work schedule as I do over the phases of the moon). NaNoWriMo is just not a challenge to me, which doesn't mean I don't support the cause (I do), or donate (I do that too), or encourage other writers and buy them drinks (you get the idea...). NaNoWriMo requires an adult to write 50,000 words in order to qualify as a winner. That's 1667 words a day. Lots of people do not make it, for lots of reasons, but the main one given is always "oh, there just wasn't enough time" - and my reply to this is always thus: "What the fuck were you doing that took so long?" Now, I have enough evidence to prove that I am something of an aberration in many ways, I know and do lots of things that are not expected of a person in my position, and I know that among writing communities both on- and off-line I am considered something of a freak, and sometimes a show off. And I'm OK with that. Sod it, if I'm not willing to be proud of myself, how on earth do I expect anyone else to be. And I believe that goes for everyone. Pride is not a sin. So here's my update, a little thing to mark that I have, without competition, or challenge, for no reason whatsoever, and without pushing myself, written 50,000 words in just under four weeks, and mostly kept myself happy with 2500 words a day. For those of wondering what I'm going to give you next, you might be able to tell from those numbers that I am a significant portion into writing Tiger Winter, and not planning on stopping soon.

DAMMIT! *plots to destroy Mann's internet connection* also, A Wolf And His Man is now *complete*, for anyone who was waiting for a finished story to read.

Why do I get the feeling I've walked into something dodgy here?

emergency

amnesty

oh that was very sweet, but not saccharinely so - well done! I liked how the reflection and set-up didn't fell too "I am going to tell you all the backstory in one go". it was just enough to give flesh to the two characters, but still leave us with questions. And ohhhh, how could anyone not love Jay? Yes please and thank you.

I'm so happy you do! Love is all you need, eh? Next up... now wouldn't that be telling?

cheese

Thank you Columbus. I think ali is probably my favourite and least expected supporting character of all time (Zupan doesn't count, since he got in his own novel in the end)

you're welcome. And thank you.

Thanks very much, hun.Despite the lack of voodoo magic, still good, eh?The love is just enough, always just enough. I'm glad you enjoyed them.

well you got through Don't Shout fast enough!There are a few moments in Redemption where characters from AWAHM and Unexpected Liaisons crop up. They do after all live in the same small city.

awful feeling? Best feeling... welcome to the fold of people who can't escape the Sashaverse.

As I said in a review reply: I was never going to "magically" have them sync up just for the sake of it. It was never on the cards. Quasi-magical-bullishit is the laziest storytelling device there is. At least mine makes sense. and like Gary said, I didn't spring this on anyone.

After the last one: yes, me too! How can you be sulking? They are HAPPY, let them be happy. And you don't have to forgive Alexander all at once, Oli didn't. But it's a start.