That's a very unusual and interesting story. You obviously put a lot of thought an work into it, and manage to show the characters of both Xander and Faith as they're rarely shown in fanfiction: No cliches, but real insights. Well done!

Oh Yup Good story - like this one. Please keep writing excellent stories like this. Thank you! Well plotted and well characterised.

this is quite probably one of the best stories i've read. it is true yopu can never take the catholoic out of a girl, i know from pewrsonal experience. u got th details well, th candle lighting, th holy water, it was great

loved it-

You're analysis of the gods are real therefore faith is not needed reminded me of something similar in Terry Pratchett and amused me so much. Rather enjoyed the whole Faith as a Catholic aspect too. I don't think Faith is physically capable of giggling. Also loved the Elvis obsession, well he is the King. Xander's pickpocket skills were very cool, even if the source was less so. Poor Sister Jeanne. I feel like you hit me in the gut with the Saint Anyanka bit (brilliantly thought out as it was). Bloody wonderful story. That was so much fun. More please. I especially enjoyed Xander's adventures with the African gods.

Wow.
I took me a couple of goes to read it because it's longer than I thought.
You've got the interaction between Xander and Faith and the characters themselves. I loved Faith's reaction to the church, and the mental leap Xander is (eventually) able to make. The involvement of St Anyanka was quite moving. Xander's not wanting to know, his frozen reaction was very well protrayed.
And the story of the slayer they were finding, and the knowledge all of them has of what's going to happen was brilliantly written. The language you used to describe it worked very well.
There was a line I marked, but I can't remember it. The backstory was written very well into the relatively short scene between their arrival and the arrival of the novice slayer.

Anya as a catholic saint fits somehow.

that was
freaking amazing.
at the risk of sounding both pretentious and obsequious;
an intricately woven tapestry of guilt, pain, predestinations, and hope.
highly impactful every time i read it.

Like BastardSnow, I have read this story multiple times and have been delinquent about leaving a review. I don't even really know what to say, except that this story is one of the best I've ever read. Xander's misadventures in Africa, and his retelling to Faith, are pitch-perfect. And Faith's story about "Saint Anyanka" (and Xander's reaction) just blew me away. I hope you never get tired of writing Xander.

Liz, I absolutely love this story. I've probably read it a half-dozen times now, and finally decided "I should leave a review." Anyway, this is one of your better efforts (and trust me, that's saying something). Hope to see more from you soon (hint! hint!)

Oh, my! This is quite wonderful. Thoughtful and interesting, and I appreciate very much how respectful you were to Catholicism.

That was beautifully crafted,
funny, sad and as real as any fanfic
on this site

Definitely deserves a sequel as the development potential for the characters is wonderful.

Certainly, Sister Jeanne, should get her own story possibly as a perspective on Xander and Faith and being a slayer.

As other reviewers have noted, there is a degree of subtlety/ restraint that is very well handled - however, certain aspects of the spiritual discussion get a bit clunky, fortnately, however, you don't make the mistake of getting all high-handed.

I really like your PTSD Xander dealing with life stories. Very human. The African gods story was funny, and I can see ow unhappy with themsleves Xander and Faith could be about telling this new slayer about 'the truth'.

Keep writing. ^_^

Wow. Your writing never ceases to amaze me, and this fic is one of your best yet. I'm in complete awe. :) I hope you'll let me archive this on Elizadelic.

Your idea with Faith as the collector of tourist junk made me laugh. And the Elvis thing! Loved the African gods too.

BUT the Anya twist (shakes his head), sheer genius that marks you as seperate to use mere mortals.