Another glorious chapter- you have seen this house you describe, not just in your head but it must be real- the details are so intense and perfect, the cushios even, the lace, the record sleeves (made me laugh too that he had a KISS record sleeve0 shurely not?? David Bowie maybe) and then Maglor himself is so present when you write him, just so real- brighter and more glittery-sharp than a man, but very very much alive and in the space.
Lovely relationship between them and thank you for reminding us of the plot within the text itself- I always appreciate a reminder:)
Author's Response: I have seen it, yes, though only the outside - my husband and I spent part of our honeymoon in Torcello, and we passed this gorgeous house. Glad you like it so far, Ziggy - more to come!
I am sitting her ein Devon, reading this and feel like I am in Venice. You are the QUEEN of world-building/scene-setting/images.Whatever you write, I feel so immersed in teh sounds, smells, textures, the weight of the air- I wish I coul dwrite like you. Masterful story telling. The complete fic. Love your work so much.
Author's Response: Awww, you're too kind! Thank you, Ziggy. *blows kiss*
Oh Narya- how delicious!! Sauron as a creppy, urbane Aleister-Crowley type antique dealer:) Just adore the way you've written this. Gorgeous details, great atmosphere, all the little hits (Bringer of Gifts indeed!!)
Author's Response: Thank you, Ziggy :D sorry, I've just spotted all your reviews, the notifications went into the junk folder...!
This was GORGEOUS— the atmosphere, for one thing, the beautiful house in the lagoon, like a haven that Claire runs to, and of course she does, who else is there that would understand? The lovely, timeless stillness of it, and Maglor dropping his glamour — oh wow. And of course the shock that he immediately tries to help, in that lovely room, which seems so jarring to the horror she went through.
But he’s so right, she did something, and to a creature he loathed and thought might have killed her. Of course there’s a lot more to it than her ‘health’, as Thuringwethil did definitely poison her.
The smell of her..old blood and death from under the earth..
That is such a brilliant description! ugh, made me shiver.
Maglor as Robin Hood, yes, I would want to crow at that too.
Burt what a bombshell— giving him the Palantir!
This was just amazing!
Author's Response: Thank you so much! I love writing Venice, it feels like its own character, a bit like St Andrews feels to me when I write Paradox.
Thuringwethil did poison her, yes, mentally as well as physically; it's going to take some getting over, but we'll get to that.
I had to end with the Palantir. There was more to that conversation but I've shifted it into the next chapter, it was the perfect note to pause on and I couldn't pass it up.
I am reviewing here too :)
I absolutely think your Mr Arthur May was brilliant. My god, I could feel him! I would not like him on my trail AT ALL.
And your descriptions of Venice are luscious and to die for, but poor Claire feeling the after-effects, unwell and shivery. But Torcello...
But outside the city, perhaps...out on the lagoon...she thought of swamps and tamarisks, weedy fields, soft tawny grass that waved in the breeze like a lion's mane. Torcello – the secluded haven of duMaurier and Hemingway and Pinter and Maugham. Would Maglor go there?
That is perfect for Maglor, perfect for Claire too, for this time. Somewhere calm, peaceful, shut away from the bustle.
And I love the name Mr Sunshine they have for Maglor!
Thank you so much for posting this :)
Author's Response: Nooo, Mr. Arthur May is not someone you would want on your trail at all ;) I am so glad you like this. And Claire will be OK, with bit of time, space and TLC. Mr. Sunshine...that came out of nowhere. Thank you!