I write for myself and publish just for the reader.*

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Ladies, gents, and gnomes! Allow me to present my NaNoWriMo 2010. \o/

PDF at Mediafire

* Guillermo Cabrera Infante

Comments

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HOT DAMN YES YES YES! >:D

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Also, the cover is beautiful! *stares at it*

... *settles down with a nice cuppa and starts READING* FUCK YEAH

<3333

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XD I love you, squishy!

I found the covers basically as-is. My mad google-fu, let me show you it.

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... *stares at dedication*

*WIBBLES*

MY SICKLE, YOU'RE TOO GOOD TO ME

I MEAN IT D':

AND AND you shouldn't have! Aw! ♥!!

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I meant it when I said it was all your fault, so of course you get the dedication!

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Now it's my fault! Tsk! ... AH WHO AM I KIDDING, I'LL GLADLY TAKE THE BLAME FOREVER. ♥ *LOVES*

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OMG OMG OMG

I'M ON PAGE 20 (had to help my mother first, that's why I'm so slow :|) AND I AM LOVING IT SO HARD

"TRINITY OF FAILURE" = OMG ♥

AND AND CHIP AND ICARUS AND ADELLE AND CREEPY FLASHBACK OF AWESOME AND JULIAN AND SAUNDERS AND AGATHA ♥! Eeeeep, my Sickle! I KNEW THERE WAS MUCH EPICNESS TO BE HAD. Knew it!

Also, I spotted some typos:

p. 9:

came you through your stomach

p. 10

she held her rifle resting against her shoulder

p. 15

Icarus' back still bled once in a while

*runs off to read*

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*EPIC SQUEE* ♥! Thank you, m'dear!

Curse you, typos! I tried to get rid of them all :(

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(More technicalities:)

p. 19

as the blanket slipped off his shoulders

p. 20

resting his forehead against his clapsed his hands

they were more declaration of fact than suggestions

p. 24

-"-"Hi, how's it going?"

p. 25

"... with you bringing back our feathered friend ... more of a hero's welcome than a dog's."

He was walking with two men and three women Chip hadn't met yet

"That you can see the one-'-s that've gone all..."

p. 27

His face was now closed-off

p. 29

Chuck was standing too close to his shoulder+,+

Once she was finished with Agatha, it was Saunders+'+

Martha spent a few extra minutes

p. 30

She pulled up the desk chair up to the bed

p. 33

... the size of a quarter, too small of for (?) Chip to see it clearly

p. 38

Dean stuck him with him night shift every night

until his face was almost level with Chip's



Sometimes it just needs a fresh eye, is all! I, for one, always miss my own typos, and this was you doing Nano, so. I'm glad if I can help! (More to come, review-wise! I'm geeking out so hard about this, Adri, 's not even funny. :D)

Flail spammage part one:

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- Hamlet reference \o/

- he still bore the name of the Greek boy who fell to his death – ♥

- They have to get the protection tattoos, OMG. This is so well thought-out and realistic and AWESOME! ♥!

- Seeing the ink, Saunders pulled his shirt closed. “A tattoo,” he said. “No thank you, young lady. I’m much too old for one.” – *grins* I love him.

- Then Icarus pressed closer to Chip, their legs touching from ankle to hip, his arm trapped against Chip’s stomach, and while this was nothing new – they slept like this, closer even – it somehow felt more intimate. Sitting there in front of three strangers and two friends, the angel’s breath hot in his ear, Chip felt as if the world were concentrating around him. – *dies happily* :D

- [...] as if someone had filled the streets with televisions and tuned them all to horror movies and the history channel [...] – wow, this is such an incredible image. ♥

- "How long?" - "Long as you got eyes. " *snorfles* O hai, there you are, Dean!

- It was like he was gone, having thrown his awareness up towards the sky along with his gaze like a search light.

- Beatles reference \o/

- The angel’s movements were so strange, slow, and methodical, it was like he was unfolding one tiny part at a time, each vertebrae straightening before the other thought to move, his joints stiff like the hinges on a rusty door.

- Those lines of the poem Chip remembers are love! And they did remind me of the one poem I know by heart (I think it's the only one, which is a damned shame, actually, but well): Indeed, Indeed I Cannot Tell by Herny David Thoreau. I have no idea why it stuck in my head (years ago!) and now pops up at the most random of moments. *shifty eyes*

- [...] stretching himself thin and empty to reach it [...]

- The woman’s smile widened. “Oh, you really are a flightless bird!” She laughed. “A skylark wounded in the wing, a redbreast in a cage – do you think Heaven and its cherubim think of you at all? Much less rage and cease their song for you?” She lifted her right hand and waved it slowly over the chain-link never touching it. “Especially since you’ve gotten that dishonourable little badge? Congratulations, by the way, on getting your fate as a human signed and sealed with – what did you use? India ink?” – OH MY GOD, HOW IS SHE SO BADASS? SHE'S THE ENEMY, I CAN'T LIKE HER! *shifty eyes*

- leaving ripples of colour like a fire-eater’s torch whirling through the air leaving trails of fire behind it – fantastic description!

- Suddenly, a hand pressed against the small of Chip’s back and slipped under his shirt. – *leers* :D

- Oh my God, Adri. The whole exchange between the demon and Icarus? Sheer bloody brilliance. IT’S TOO MUCH FOR ME TO TAKE. HOW DID YOU EVEN DO THIS?! *MAJOR FLAIL*!

- Wrath, for example, made it sweet and heavy like honey, while fear made it run with bitterness and salt.
He swallowed, licked his fingers and his lips, then turned to hear the news. – *shudders* WOW. :D

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This is me right now:

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I guess we're just sitting in front of our screens wearing the same stupid face, then. ;p

♥! But seriously, Adri - this was just me quoting all my favourite parts at you, whereas there's so much more to be said. My praise can't ever be sufficient, it's just too marvellous!

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*more stupid face of gleeful squee*

♥

Moar!

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- I think I remember telling you this before in my TFSB review, but I just have to tell you again how much I love that Chip is so human. With the whole ‘verse of Supernatural and basically all of the characters, particularly Sam and Dean (not that I would know, bad fan that I am, I admit it), we’re used something completely different – so, demons possessed you and/or tried to kill you and/or your family? No big deal, business as usual, been there, done that. And okay, they’re probably more entitled to being hardasses since Chip is, after all, a newcomer. I guess what I’m trying to say is, it’s nice, you know? Reading from Chip’s point of view is incredibly exciting, it’s easy to be right there with him, all the more because his anxiety and fear and thoughts feel real to the touch, natural. I LIKE. \o/!

- “Because my lungs are the size of peas! Small, wrinkled peas!” *grins and smishes* Aw, boys! Also, I kind of loved this line because somehow I just heard your voice resounding there, so. You could say I was charmed. ♥

- The hand on his shoulder squeezed one last time then let go as Icarus rose to his feet. “I must amend matters. This place is safe enough, Charles, believe me.” – I love how their relationship is developing bit by bit, and how Icarus steadily grows into this warm compassionate person. Sometimes I think I see a glimpse of Cas, but as I think I mentioned somewhere in one of my comments, that’s only when he’s with Dean. I’m still not sure how you’re doing this, but I am basically in continuous flailing mode. :D

- Also also also, something that came to me just now: Icarus (Cas) has NEVER fired a gun, right? It’s simply awesome imagery, Icarus drawing Chip’s gun, and. Oh God, poor Icarus. HE HAS TO USE GUNS. HAI UNHAPPY!CAS ON DRUGS IN THE FUTURE I can so see you happening! D:

- Chip scrambled backwards so hard he smacked his head against the wall with a resounding crack.
“What – what are you doing – why would Harper – what?” – I heart you, Chip. Also, have I mentioned that I think Agatha is badass? I don’t think I have yet.

- Q: What's the difference between a prostitute, a nymphomaniac, and a blonde?
A: The prostitute says, "Aren't you done yet?"
The nympho says, "Are you done already?"
The blonde says, "Beige...I think I'll paint the ceiling beige." – Yes, I had to google that. So what. ;p

- HELL YES, SAUNDERS BACKSTORY! HIS BOY! *clutches heart*

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- I love that Chip is so human - ♥ As I said in reply to your TfSB review, that is the best compliment you could ever give. One of my aims with Chip - especially when he's with Dean - is showing the Big Damn Hero's storyline (i.e. Dean and Sam and all that jazz) from the point of view of the minor character who'd hardly have any screentime if this were Supernatural. Plus, writing scared and panicked descriptions were fun!

- Small wrinkled peas! - I didn't care if someone having a panic attack wouldn't say that, or if it broke the tone, it still makes me cackle gleefully. Glad you liked it :D

- Sometimes I think I see a glimpse of Cas [...] that’s only when he’s with Dean - That's how I see it too. Icarus is himself except when he's with Dean, then because Dean is seeing him as Castiel, that casts a shadow on how we see Icarus and it blends the two together.

- Icarus (Cas) has NEVER fired a gun, right? - Well, Todd says that he remembers Icarus being a good shot, but this is the first time we see Icarus shoot a gun. As for Cas, the first time he fired a gun (http://homeofthenutty.com/supernatural/screencaps/displayimage.php?album=103&pid=52552#top_display_media) in Two Minutes to Midnight. I'll admit to liking Cas with a gun way too much. Ngh.

- Yes, I had to google that. - Hey, I had to google it too! ;)


Speaking of Castiel being ngh and unf and awesome, damnit it woman watch this week's episode. And catch up! It's not even funny anymore how not caught up you are :( *pokes*

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And I just realized that I might have fucked up a bit saying that Icarus fired a gun before he fell and lost his grace and his angel mojo... Unless we handwave that because the infected had to be shot. Yeah, that. *whistles innocently*

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Also, the version of the joke I found was:

How do you tell the difference between a wife, a whore, and a mistress?
The mistress says "More, more!", the whore says "Faster, faster!" and the wife says "I think I'll paint it beige..."

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Oh dear, I completely disregarded Todd's statement, then. *facepalm* But I mean – what I wanted to focus on is the vulnerability of being a fallen angel, anyway, a kind of forlorn helplessness. Basically: you're being fantastic and I'm loving it. ♥

Will reply and write more later, now I have to watch the Merlin season three finale! *GASP* IT IS SO GODDAMN EXCITING AND AWESOME :DDDD Also, sad. NO MERLIN AFTER THAT. FOR AT LEAST A MONTH! D:

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- Yes, he had his gun all polished and loaded snug against his back, but he was a traditionalist. – Hahaharrr, so much love! :D

- His plan got a little side-tracked by Icarus’ back. (No, not in that way.) – DENY ALL YOU WANT :D

- Icarus lay his head down on his arms and began to weep. – I IS SAD COOKIE NOW D: What business do you have going around breaking hearts, lady, huh?

- OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD STEEEEEEEEEEEVE~~~ :D

- WHY IS THERE EVEN MORE HEARTBREAK? DDDDDD': AND WHY THE HELL DIDN'T THEY JUST MOVE IN TOGETHER FOR GOD'S SAKE, stupid...stupid...



- Icarus was half-draped over Chip, one arm wrapped around his chest, his hand tucked in between Chip’s side and the mattress, one foot snug between Chip’s own. :DDDDDDDD (Why yes, I'm easy. But you already knew that. ;)

- Yay for Chip and Ic' getting sloshed! ;p

- Icarus reeled back and blinked his eyes a couple time. “Yes. Yes Dean. Please don’t shout.” – *giggles* Also, Dean is no fun and frankly, a bit of a bastard. By which I mean, you got the post-apocalypse shade that is Dean down perfectly.

- She glanced up at Chip and her smile faded into a worried frown. “Please don’t be mad,” she said, then let go of his hand and ran off after the others. – I just love their interactions. ♥

- “Come on, Icarus, quit your fretting. You can report for duty later. You’re allowed to get cleaned up, you know.” Chip almost dragged Icarus into their cabin, already fantasizing about clean shirts and hot water. – HAHAHA. CLEAN SHRITS AND HOT WATER MY ASS. ;P All right, all right! I'm stopping now. ;p

- He was the drop of water at the centre of the concentric rings. – ♥

- “I get the sense that humans consider there is never a good time to be mortal.”

Dean huffed out a tired laugh. “Touché,” he said, and with that word his demeanour softened further.
He even smiled, but the smile was a brother to Icarus’ previous one. “We try to drown that thought out
with booze.”

“For the record,” said Icarus, “it doesn’t work.”

“Yeah,” agreed Dean. “We try, though.” He leaned back in the chair and looked over Icarus’ shoulder at Chip. “Your whiskey last night, I presume?” At Chip’s nod, Dean asked, “Any left?” – That whole scene is made of complete awesome! Also, hai there, Dean, nice to see you remember that Cas once was something very much akin to a friend to you.

- “Great,” muttered Dean. “Now I get to worry about killer trucks again.” – *grins* Aw, Sammy, we sure are missing you. ♥

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OH GOD I LIED. A MONTH? TRY A YEAR. BUT I AM PRETTY SURE YOU CAN HEAR MY WAIL OF DESPAIR UP TO ROME, so.

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- That certainly put the fear of God – and death and dismemberment and every monster in the closet – into them. They ran for the car, all out, and almost made it to the door before hands grabbed their shirts and hair, nails digging into their skin, breath hot in their ears, solid bodies crowding in from behind. – Ohgodohgod, I think my heart is racing right along with them. Also, have I ever mentioned how well I think you write action scenes? Because they kick ass.

- It cocked its head and flickered one eye closed. Chip only recognized the action after driving the end of his crowbar deep into its eye socket: it had winked at him. – Oh the delightful creepiness of it! ;D *rubs hands gleefully*

- OMG IS IT MEG? IT WAS MEG WASN'T IT. ♥ – “I’ll take that as a yes,” the demon said, and turned to Icarus. “This will hurt more than strictly necessary, of course.” She lowered her head to the angel’s chest and repositioned the knife in her hand. – *bites nails frantically* BUT I CAN'T HELP BUT FIND HER AWESOME ANYWAY. ;p

- Chip was on Icarus in a heartbeat, wiping the blood off the angel’s face and neck with his sleeve. – !!!!!!! &HEARTSSSS

- “Leave it. The colour looks good on him.” – UNFFFFGGGGHHHH YESSSS IT'S KEZEFF :DDDDDDDDD *RUNS OFF TO READ* YEAHHHHHHH.

- He heard feet land on metal somewhere straight ahead, then another one. Someone was jumping on
car roofs, heading for him in the straightest line possible. – HOMFG BEST VILLAIN ENTRANCE IN FUCKING EVER!

- Dean's dramatic entrance! *grins*

- “It is a situation I am sure you can relate with. I have seen your brother, of course, wrapped around the Morning Star.” – omgomgomg ♥

- The angel shook his head dismissively and turned to Chip. Then, carefully, deliberately, he titled his head to one side and squeezed one eye shut. Chip felt a jolt of recognition run through him. – ahaha, I knew it! Swear I did :D

- Dean was just standing back up with his machete in his hand when Chip swung the crowbar at the back
of the angel’s head.

This time it connected.

Dean gave a shout and slid over the trunk of the Impala, rushing towards Chip. To help him, or stop him,
probably neither of them knew.

The angel fell to his knees. Chip dealt him a second blow and watched the angel crumple forward to the
ground.

Dean reached Chip’s side and looked down at the tangled mess of long limbs folded on the ground.
“Dude, there’s no way that –”

The figure stirred.

“You had to say something,” muttered Chip, raising his crowbar again. “Jinxer.” – !!T"%§&§/§BHHHVV!!!!!!! <33333

- “What’d you do that for?” whined a voice. “Ow, dude, seriously.”

Chip thought his heart might break. Standing in front of him, pressing a bloodied hand to the side of his
head, stood Steve. – OH. MY. GOD. *DIES OF THE SHEER AWESOMENESS*

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- Your hands are always so damned cold. If I didn’t love you, I’d never let you touch me with those things. – *sniffle*

- SAMMY! SAMMY!! *GASPS*

- “Yes. Yes, that’s – yes. Hey, you,” said Chuck, pointing his pencil at Chip. “Looking for anyone? If they’re on my list they’re in there, you know. If they’re not, I don’t know, I mean, I could look, I could make another list – I don’t know if I’ve got the paper, might need to use different colours –” – Chuck's freaking out is kind of...adorable. ;P

- *clutches at heart* DAMN YOU, KEZEF, LEAVE ICARUS ALONE.

- LET SAUNDERS BE OKAY DDDDD: *WORRIES* AW, FAMILY HUGGLES!

- Aw, Lauren and Agatha ♥ I am loving all of your characters so damn hard, Adri! *happy flail*

- “Tomorrow,” said Chip, his face buried into the pillow again, “we track that son of a bitch down.” – That's my boy! :D

- His fingers barely had time to touch Dean – much less grip his left shoulder – before Dean swung around like he’d been electrocuted. The look on his face was so breathtakingly furious that Chip instinctively put both hands in the air and took a step back. – Omg, wow. I REALLY LIKE THE WHOLE SCENE, BUT THIS IS JUST THE DOT ON THE I. ♥

- That one postcard they sent back and forth to each other, sticking new stamps over old ones and coating the address box with white-out until the post office flat out refused to play their game any longer and neither of them ever saw it again. – *wipes away tear* ... oh my god, Chip *cries some more*

- Unnoticed by either, the mortal angel in the circle, his face still pressed against the bloodied ground, was praying as well. – *shudders*

- Chip slipped under the covers carefully and tried not to jostle the angel as he made a space for himself on the narrow mattress. When he pressed close to Icarus, the angel woke up and pressed his forehead against Chip’s. His eyes flickered under the eyelids, but he didn’t open them. That detail and the comfortable trust it entailed stopped Chip’s breath in his throat. – So much love! ♥

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He took the jump and sailed over the waterfall. For one long moment, it felt like he was flying. Then Icarus’ lips were on his, their breaths mingling along with their tongues, and he surrendered himself to the current running through his heart.

:D

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OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

I'm sitting here with tears in my eyes, Adri. TEARS IN MY EYES. Nghhhhhhhhh.

(and some more typos)

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p. 47:

The angel patted Chip’s shoulder slowingly, lifting his hand and bringing it down again with a solid, deliberate rhythm. (D'aww!)

considering his clothes, which had not been too clean to start with and were now covered in engine grease and dirt.

p. 49:

His gun hand (?) reached for his gun which was strapped snugly against the small of his back.

p. 50:

not thanks to the moon (?)

p. 57:

Bottom-'-s up (no apostrophe)

p. 60:

Hey, could you go bring Saunders’ bag?

p. 68:

he three polished off Chip’s bottle of Johnnyie (?) Walker in silence. (The same on p. 57. I googled it, and it seems this is the official name?)

p. 69:

[...] or working on their individuals projects [...]

p. 74:

shots started soundeding all along the fence

p. 89:

not exactly ready to walk into a crowd again. He squeezed the crowbar in his hand, not exactly ready to walk into a crowd. -- I think that was a copy & paste mistake?

p. 92:

“There he is right there,” he said (?)

p. 93:

Once in the other room, Saunders dove right itn.

p. 95:

She was telling the girl a story

p. 112:

“Don’t worry about that, you here hear?”