Damn, I know what it's like to be a junkie for that complete loss of conscience.
Not a junkie for some controlled or illegal substance, but for a particular state of mind.
Some days, I miss it. Most days, I don't.
All I have to think about is my bonny boy, my little man, and keeping my sanity is well worth it all.
Excellent job, my friend.
-}-@
Krys

A fascinating paradox. Chillingly real. The plot's not important, you have an incredible talent with words. Captivating, terrifying, frightening. Definitely something extraordinary.

verra kewl...a special kind of addiction, unique & all too plausible...

Cool! That was really neat. I never quite pictured it like that, and you did a good job of painting it in my mind. Bravo, and keep up the good work!

_ Caelene

I-maniac since 2-14-01

You have a way with words, my friend. Your desriptions of his feelings are wonderful. I always keep my eye out for your stories, Ace. thanks!

I really liked your story. I like the way you get into Darien's head and let us experience what he is feeling. The silver eyes herald Stage 5 madness, but your fic gives us a feel for the other 4. Write more!

Very nice. Keep up the good work.

Who needs a plot when you write like that!

The interplay between Hobbes and Darien was very good.

Darien's thoughts were extremely expressive. I could almost feel

what he was going thru. Great job! Keep writing.

Wow ... that was well written, and interesting.

Ooh, man- I don't know what to say. Good fic. Freaky, but good.

Ooo, it was a good creepy! It's scary to think that Darien might be doing that. Keep writing, and don't worry about plots (I can't come up with any either) :)