 Arraya 2007-09-08 . chapter 1these fics of yours are wonderful! I really haven't the right words to describe how great they really are.I Need a thesaurus, apparently. So, know they are way better than the words I use here in these reviews! |
 Lily Evanstar 2006-08-20 . chapter 1Wonderful. |
 CaptainTish 2005-05-07 . chapter 1You write Jack so well. You really ought to continue this series! |
 Neqs2 2005-04-29 . chapter 1Damn! I can't understand how you succeed in packing such a punch in such short fics, but you leave me in awe. Please, please write more! |
 Shadow Phenix 2005-04-11 . chapter 1I'm googly-eyed here.
"But he knew. She could not hope to believe that he didn’t, because—oh, God—that grin.
He unleashed the white and the gold like he would have a blistering broadside and there
was no mistaking the challenge or, indeed, which query it was he dared her to answer."
...holy Hell. Please tell me there's more to this! Cripes, what a great piece. And I loved that whole "blistering broadside thing." Perfect moment. Perfect way to end, but...wow do I want for more.
Thank you! |
 whosegotyou 2005-04-07 . chapter 1 Just found these stories and am loving them. I will add you to my author list so I can see when you update. But I do love your Captain Jack. You've nailed him perfectly. |
 Missy Mouse 2005-04-04 . chapter 1I love the likening of Jack's grin to firing canon. Very good. lol.
Well, I'm always eager for more of your wondrous tales. Encore, if that's the right word! |
 nan 2005-04-04 . chapter 1 love it, love it! please tell me you will continue and not make it a "one shot". j/e have always been "meant to be", as they are so very much alike. why do others insist she be with will?
she would eat him alive.(lol) with jack she's met her match in every way! |
 Erinya 2005-04-03 . chapter 1 *channelling Breakfast Club* Answer the question, Lizzie!
I love you more and more with each installment. As always, I beg you to write more.
My favorite passage this time:
"She was all edges, on account of him,
prickly like needles and sharpened like swords... Things clung, in the sweltering heat: fabric of clothing, tendrils of hair and the most wanton of thoughts." |