Fic Quote meme

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Stolen from rj_anderson:

Part 1: Quote a bit of my fic at me? Find that one fic of mine that you really like, and find a sentence or a paragraph that presses your prose-buttons in the right way, and comment here with it? Don't care how long or short.

Part 2: If you're a writer, quote a bit of YOUR best writing at me. Find a sentence or paragraph you're particularly proud of, and comment here with it.

Comments

[mistraltoes.livejournal.com]

Once upon a time, you told me about a fic you had written, and I thought I wouldn't like it at all. Years later I read it.

Tarrant is loud all the time. I don't like him. He's too bossy, and he never has any fun. He has curly hair all over his head. Dayna is sometimes fun, but mostly she's cross. She doesn't like talking to me. When I come in a room, she stops talking. Dayna shoots guns a lot. She has curly hair too, but the curls are really tiny. Maybe curly hair makes you cross. You're right. Cally has curly hair, but she's not cross. But she's really sad.

This is a big spaceship, did you know that Teddy? Yes, but I thought you might not have, 'cause you got teleported. It's got lots and lots of corridors and places to hide. When I feel too sad, I go hide. Or when Cally's sad, she makes me feel sad. She looks at me and feels sad. I don't know why, Teddy.

Sometimes I hide when I don't want to do something. Sondra wanted to play hip-tize today, but I didn't want to. I don't like it, it's a bad game. She tried it once, and it made me sleepy and I saw bad things.


Anyway, it's now one of my favorite fics, because I love the child-Avon voice. :-)

[kerravonsen]

8-)

And how about a quote from one of yours, please?

[mistraltoes.livejournal.com]

Hrm. From The Importance of Imagery:

The orange globe of the moon hung low over the cemetery, its amber light flowing like mist over the fresh-turned earth, slinking between the rows of graves, throwing the cold marble headstones into stark relief. Ranks of stone angels stood bitter vigil, resentful of the evil deeds they would soon be called upon to witness on this hallowed ground.

Well. Not exactly going to take the Nobel Prize for Literature, but then his name wasn't William-the-Bloody-Shakespeare, was it? It would have to do. He took a drag from his cigarette and lengthened his stride, barely noticing his surroundings as he cast about in his mind for a next sentence.

[kerravonsen]

I am tempted to hug Spike, except he wouldn't like it. 8-)

[mistraltoes.livejournal.com]

Well, he would feel compelled to pretend not to like it, anyway.

[kalquessa.livejournal.com]

1. "You will obey, until you learn not to," Daisy said. "I will teach you how to rock and roll."

Go, Daisy.

2. This bit from the end of "The Gray" kind of wrote itself, and I really really liked it (which made me kind of afraid that my betas would make me take it out, but they didn't so yay!).

Sam flinched at her expectant smile, and looked away. Suddenly it seemed too hard to look at this woman whose conscience allowed her to stand here and smile while her loved ones shivered on the planet’s surface and a child who did not exist shivered in a cold white room not far away.

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8-)