|Reviews for Elegy|
| Djinn Slashfen 9/30/10 . chapter 9
I will first admit that I haven't reviewed a fic-any fic-in a good long while. Nonetheless, I felt that, having read yours, it deserved a response.
It is an excellently crafted series of moments, incredibly evocative considering the short length of each. I greatly admire the poetic nature of your prose, and the way that you never allow that poetry and its inevitable metaphor to tangle up the meaning and underlying story of the piece. That is to say, you tell a poetic story, but you do it clearly and concisely.
I often felt that the PC in Dragon Age deserved a deeper, more fleshed-out perspective, one that wasn't really possible due to the medium. You have given your Cousland what the game lacked-turmoil, strife, true fire and conflict-and you rightfully deserve the praise you've been given for it. Bravo.
| CharlotteHibiki 9/6/10 . chapter 9
Amazing story, thank you!
| Raven Jadewolfe 9/3/10 . chapter 9
| Raven Jadewolfe 9/3/10 . chapter 8
| Raven Jadewolfe 9/3/10 . chapter 7
| Raven Jadewolfe 9/3/10 . chapter 6
that part of the game bugged me real bad too
| Raven Jadewolfe 9/3/10 . chapter 5
even the carnage is beautiful
| Raven Jadewolfe 9/3/10 . chapter 4
every word is laced with so much sadness
| Raven Jadewolfe 9/3/10 . chapter 3
she sounds a bit mad, though quite an eloquent madwoman
| Raven Jadewolfe 9/3/10 . chapter 2
wow, what a way to describe her dreams
| Raven Jadewolfe 9/3/10 . chapter 1
that was so darkly beautiful
| kinsley5 8/16/10 . chapter 9
This is beautiful. I love this so much. A truly brilliant work.
| Sensoo 7/4/10 . chapter 9
I very much enjoyed your take on a broken Cousland. "Enjoyed" sounds bad, but the writing and the perspective were good, so I make no apologies.
| NuitNuit 5/1/10 . chapter 9
How have I never reviewed this? You way of crafting a story is just... You leave me speechless, lady. I cannot go on about you enough. The ending with the whole:
There was a great release, as if pieces of me were taken by feathered creatures, towards the corners of the known earth. Tears came unbidden, choking my throat and filling my eyes. I found forgiveness there. Oh, Alistair, in another time, another place - and Death welcomed me, his favoured child.
You paint a vivid picture in mind with a beautiful collage of words.
| The Rogue Artichoke 4/28/10 . chapter 9
Beautiful. All the words I had prepared to shower you with were stolen by the other reviewers, so I went for the cliché. ;) I love it. Like an exotic garden––lovingly cared for, diligently tended to, and enthralling to look at. Or read, in this case. I'm very happy to call myself an avid wanderer of author favorites after finding this.