Reviews for The Fine Art of Poisoning
WittyBasketcase chapter 1 . 4/4
Amazing !
MaxRide05 chapter 1 . 1/24
Wow, just wow. This was amazing. I loved Blaise, he was just so ruthless, yet funny and charming. His sexuality is something else I found interesting, like my own idea of him. Theodore is also how I imagined him to be, stolid but still vulnerable underneath.

I also like the symmetry of the beginning and closing lines.
TheFreedomSock chapter 1 . 7/3/2016
I'm not sure if I've left you a review before but I'd just like to let you know that I adore the way you write, and especially the the way you write Blaise Zabini. I've read all your Slytherin stories and loved them all. Your Nott is excellent and I deeply enjoy your Draco and Pansy and Tracy and all your characters really, but your Blaise Zabini is a thing of beauty and I absolutely adore the way you have interpreted him. I'm aware this is a very old story and you probably don't write anymore but if you did, fanfiction or otherwise, I would be very interested in reading it
Brenden chapter 1 . 6/10/2016
Everlasting Dawn of Eternity chapter 1 . 3/20/2016
gave me goosebumps
vluz chapter 1 . 3/2/2015
What a fine piece of work. It's so hard to find a good and canon-compatible Blaise Story; I think yours has done the character justice.
Dancing Huntress chapter 1 . 2/28/2015
I couldn't put this sort down. Call it a morbid fascination or whatever. Because it was morbid, but well written and it had depth
VFell4 chapter 1 . 2/27/2014
I... This was very moving.
Light on the Horizon chapter 1 . 2/6/2014
Brilliant story.
curiousreader182 chapter 1 . 1/9/2014
Sleet falls in tendrils down from grey thick like soap box detergent swirling in scattered patterns downwards clumps sticking to the gravel path winding down and across the shore. The pattern shifts and curves as a white gull swoops and soars across the evening sky the crack of the wind howls and curls over the cliffs, down across the bay.
On the shore lies the carcass of a seal, its fins jutting out frozen in its death throes, eyes whites cloudy rolled back, skin yellowing the smell of brine and decay fresh hanging in the December air. Flies swarm its stiff carcass as they gather in the glowing gloom of the shore on wet sleek sand. Dark, cold wet and wintery on the beach that is deserted save one lone man who walks towards the sea in the dim dusk of the growing darkness.
He hasn’t been out long but he is tall and tanned skinned wearing a shirt tie missing and open at the cuffs walking in office clothes, an evening suit slowly picking his way over sand and rocks with a slight limp towards the sea. The shoes are formal and he picks up a pebble and rock at the shore and flings it wide into the depths of the crashing shallow waves. Knocking stones loose as he trudges across the bay. He stops a moment to stand and face the tide as it crashes and bellows against the shore as the brine on the wind stings his face. The young man’s name is Nathan and he is looking for something in particular.
As he scans the horizon the atmosphere shifts and then rain falls in pelts. He looks up and sees there on the cliff his line of vision holding with the edge where cliff meets sky and then a being, a body, a person slowly but surely drops. He looks on unsurprised as she hits the water. Then takes out a stick of gum and places it between yellow teeth and chews. He knows it is a popular area for tourists cliff jumping is a pastime. And then he sits on the sand wet and sticky beneath his clothes and stares as a ship comes slowly toward the mainland and the light from the lighthouse bleeds out a white blur against the grey evening fog.
The clouds in the sky break and the air bleeds crimson and pink hues then fades as the sun sinks below the horizon, clouds dragging slowly overhead he sits and he watches the tide. It is late and he has come from the hotel on the promenade up the way for some peace.
His companion, the bitch at the head of his shadow a sandy cocker spaniel trots toward his still figure and sits at his side .He stares at her into its deep brown eyes that are pleading at him to return to the houses lining the harbour shore. The sea is fierce and water chopping in great turrets large rolling waves crash at the shore and spray settles round his feet as the tide rolls in. he watches the waves sedentary.
Scratching the spaniel’s matted fur dusted with sand he smiles. “Come on then Angie back to the madness called family we go.” Then stands up and heads trudging out of kindness back up the way and across the beach combing a zig-zag as he walks up the incline to the port. Walking over the pebbles at the head of the bay and up the slipway for boats to manoeuvre when leaving leave the harbour. And as he goes he whistles a happy melody and reaches down now and then to pat the dog trotting just abreast of his feet. The tide is coming and chopping its way over the last of the sand. On the street it is gathering light from anbaric street lamps and the world is coming to life as a car pulls out of a driveway.
A row of terraced cottages houses bridged the seashore and dipped up the curve of sharp right just off shore hill leading up to felids and a farm beyond. It is along this path that he goes now ignoring the large beach house behind him and the surf shack on the corner of the hill.
The kiosk is just closing as he passes “ morning lovely weather we are having” a man calls from beside the stall as he pulls the security shutter up opening up the shop as the world begins to wake. It is early and the people of the town are not up yet and about their business.
“Paul, is that you Pauli? A short stout man calls thinner and uglier than his young years should allow high voice calling on the air he stiffens and turns to look.
I think for this reason you should try something other than harry potter. it would be a bit better but well done.
PseudonymousPersona chapter 1 . 12/19/2013
This is amazing!
Its so accurate and creepy. I loved it.
The whole thing was amazing, the characters were portrayed really well, you are a fabulous author.
Excellent job!
wisegirl1800 chapter 1 . 9/17/2013
Absolutely stunning. I have no words to describe it except, perfect. You're a wonderful writer and it truely showed in this. I adore it!
pretty-little-gymnast chapter 1 . 7/2/2013
I have no words. Wow just wow. Simply gorgeous.
Nattie0204 chapter 1 . 5/11/2013
Most perfect portrayal of Blaise Zabini I've ever seen
DrarryandLarryandKlaineX0x0xxx chapter 1 . 1/26/2013
Hody shiiiiiiiiet... that waz freaking amazing! :O
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