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Go. Go right now and read this heratbreakingly beautiful Neverwhere story, Time and Again It was written for me for yuletide and, oh, it is lovely.

Thank you.

Merry Christmas and Happy Chanukah to all those who celebrate it.

I am full of such goodwill toward all about now. Amazing what one fine gift can do for one's mood.

ETA: And my recipient loved the story I wrote for her! Which I am muchly relieved about, though I think the final version with miraielle and genarti's input came out okay. *beams about*

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I love Yuletide Treasures. There are some fine stories this year. Here are my favorites so far.

Yuletide Recs:

Too Young, Too Old/Narnia - this is one captured the dilemma of the Pevensies having to go back to children's bodies with all the knowledge and experience of their adulthoods in Narnia. It's an Edmund-based story, with wonderful characterization.

Trousers/Blackadder. Snarky fun. Excellent characterization.

In Among These Woods/Arthurian - a chilling insight into young Mordred.

And Indeed There Will Be Time/Narnia - Lucy-centric in Aslan's Country. This last made me cry:

And as they reach the door, Susan walks through, and Lucy runs ahead of everyone else, and Susan is running now too - black hair touched with silver falling out of its band and whipping against her face in her rush - until they're hugging so tightly Lucy can barely breathe.

"I knew you'd come eventually," Lucy smiles, through tears that have inexplicably appeared in her eyes, though why she should cry when she's so happy, she doesn't know.

"I remembered," is all Susan says, but that's enough.

The Priest That Tastes the World/Dogma: God/Metatron. It's sweet. And it works.

Loved I Not Honor/Gone with the Wind - a "missing scene" between Melanie Wilkes and Rhett Butler. Nicely done and very much in character.

On Black Holes, Miracles, Singularities, and Nothingness/Madeleine L'Engle novels - This is grown-up Charles Wallace-centric, and it is beautiful. (Charles Wallace helps Meg through the premature birth of his namesake.)

"As he sat on the plane trying to fall asleep, for he hadn't slept since he left New York, he thought about miracles. The new Charles Wallace was a miracle. And miracles, however small, were happening all over the world. He looked out the window at the stars, and pushed away thoughts of black holes, and instead thought of a new star being born, the burst of energy, the fire and flame, the heat radiating, the light speeding toward him. He imagined a star being born right that instant, and he quietly whispered hello."

And of course, Time and Again, my lovely "Door-missing-Ingress" story.

Sigh... I love good fic.