Every bit as wonderful as it ever was. *fluffing and flicking* I don't know anything about rocks, so I can't tell you why it is that those huge, ink-black rocks in some of the rivers around here develop holes, but I can tell you that this story is like that - a river, with gleaming silver-black rocks with holes in them. It swirls beautifully over a very solid foundation, and in places there are perfect, strange holes in the rocks that your eye settles into.
Kinda you want to reach into that that spot of perfect black within darkness, but don't quite dare, or maybe you close your eyes and do it anyway, and pull out a perfect little tiger-striped pebble.
I'll never learn to review your stories in a useful way; that just the effect that Good Stories have on me!! (Just ask poor Levade, who has tolerated this tendency of mine for years.)
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Date: 2009-09-11 12:13 am (UTC)Kinda you want to reach into that that spot of perfect black within darkness, but don't quite dare, or maybe you close your eyes and do it anyway, and pull out a perfect little tiger-striped pebble.
I'll never learn to review your stories in a useful way; that just the effect that Good Stories have on me!! (Just ask poor Levade, who has tolerated this tendency of mine for years.)