“And
a Nightingale” and
“Who
Was Going to Miss an Angel or Two Anyway”
by
I have a
penchant for the more troubled, twisted side of things. I do.
For instance – I do not wear pink.
And not just cause I’m butch as all hell. I don’t hum or whistle jauntily (my tone-deafness has nothing to
do with it). I do not smile at
passersby. And I never, ever pass on a
tortured Xena fan fic.
Especially
not, dear readers, when it’s a Mel & Janice piece. I mean, unlike other Ubers and Classic XWP
stories, Mel and Janice never seem to lend themselves well to a tortured
relationship. Yeah, so there’s some
depressing WWII and concentration camp material in some of the stories out
there, but – by and large – the relationship between those two women is always
timid at first and perfect at second blush.
Why is
that? Why not the angst-ridden
melodramatics of other genres? Why not
the pain and mental-games? What are
they, too wholesome?
Not in the
mind of The Fallen, they’re not.
Don’t look for
bubbly or happily ever after here.
Don’t look for eternity. You
won’t find it. What you will find is an
original idea and masterful execution.
I can’t tell you of the plot because suspense is the beauty of these
stories. “Who Was Going to Miss an Angel or Two Anyway” is… I’m kinda at loss of words here, so I’d
recommend you just go read it. If for
nothing else then for the way in which the title carries the story. Masterful.
PS
“And a
nightingale” is the first story written, “Who Was Going to Miss an Angel or Two
Anyway” being a follow-up on it. Read
them in order.
Who Was Going
to Need an Angel or Two Anyway