I think i find the last one the most convincing. And the wilde/woolfe joke is great.

oh no, I have just read your profile and you say you are fifteen. ok now i'm hoping that you havn't updated for ten years because you are three years younger than me and if I could write something this good in 50 years time i'd die happy.

"they will find the war written in fire across his heart" - that line was great! it made such an impression on me, I can't describe it.

I feel like your words are beyond my capability as a reader, but I feel the emotion nevertheless. The words are haunting and beautiful, flowing in a way that even if I do not understand word to word, shall engrave a permenant mark in my mind. The beauty is felt by the heart but not the brain, which might possibly be an achievement if you choose to be optimistic.

They were all brilliant, but I favored the curse breaker and the auror the best. There were many phrases in there that were absolutely stunning to read, too many to recount, but so many that I could say every single world in Toll This Bell was absolutely stunning.

Very very creative, and great language. I like how you take an extremely objective 3rd person narrator. It enhances the feelings of the war somehow.

The description of John Quirke reminded me of the description of James Potter.. *sniffle* glasses askew..

The part with the Inferi is really good, hehe Wilde Woolf!

Very haunting story. You're always so good.

Oh.

That was... *fantastic*.

I absolutely love the way you write Sirius. I think auror Sirius is my favorite, though I like the quirkiness of bookstore owner Sirius and journalist Sirius is undeniably sexy.

And that last line... "if they cut him open they will find the war written in fire across his heart"... Breathtaking.

I've said this already, but to reiterate: Beautiful. Evocative. Poetic. _The English Patient_.

And on re-reading, I love/hate the moment in #4 when he sees the mother and child dead and thinks of Bella and shows his weakness/strength. It just... *shiver* It does that to me. I love the delicate parallels of it all. Gorgeous.

*applauds*

This is just beautiful. Dark and haunting and beautiful, and a sort of reddish sandy colour with some black in it, because I think in colour, which is, yes, quite odd. It's interesting to think of what Sirius might have done during the war-it's such a blank spot that I really haven't seen many authors approach it anymore than very, very vaguely. I love the idea of him as a journalist, slightly hotheaded, as usual-and of course bookshops are wonderful things where'er they may appear, and I like how the bookshop job makes a quiet sort of interlude between the more harrowing of his positions. Also, the idea of Sirius abroad is just tantalising.

D'you know, I think you're beginning to awaken some hitheto unknown dormant Sirius fangirl within the depths of my person? BAD NOLDO. I have enough trouble with Objects of Fangirlity already.

In conclusion, I love what you do with words; I love how real and dark and tragic and thoughtful this feels; and I love semicolons far too much. Keep exercising them, as many neglect them altogether and they could use the fresh air.