Author has written 7 stories for Digimon, and Labyrinth.
You can call me, Shi.
I’m a self-proclaimed odd duck with a recent addiction to Labyrinth and Star Trek: 2009. If you can see my avatar than you can probably guess who my all time favorite character is (Sorry, Kirk, Spock, but Jareth is like both of you rolled into one. You can't get it much better than that.). I’m an avid reader of fan-fiction with little tolerance for most slash or yaoi, the Star Trek: 2009 section seems to hold the majority of my exceptions. If you're interested, you're welcome to look through my favorites to find them.
My current goals in life mostly revolve around finishing the fan-fiction I’ve started, and practicing my drawing.
One thing I would like to point out, is that I'm quite the perfectionist when it comes to my own work. So, if you see a typo or something that's grammatically incorrect I'd like to invite my readers to please point it out to me so that I can fix it. However, I would ask that if you see three or more errors, to please PM me where the problem areas are, rather than write me an Evening News Review. For those that are unfamilar with the term, I'd like to guide everyone's attention to the quote below.
'The Evening News is where they start off with 'Good Evening', and then proceed to tell you why it isn't.' -anon
Please, don't give me a review that start with "This is great, but..." At that point, your chances are high that, although your advice is good, I'm not going to be all that thrilled with how or why you gave it to me. I feel that it's kind of degrading and tactless to parade a list of someone's mistakes around for other readers to view publicly. If I make a mistake, please come to me with it, not the rest of the world. (And yes, this has gotten to be a bit of a minor pet peeve of mine.)
Other than that, very little bothers me. If you have questions, concerns, or would even like to share your views on a certain point in one of my stories, you're welcome to PM me. I'll write you back as soon as I'm able.
...Well, I think that’s about it for now.
So, on that note, remember children, "There is nothing to winning, really. That is, if you happen to be blessed with a keen eye, an agile mind, and no scruples whatsoever." – Alfred Hitchcock
“One of our team didn’t make it out either,” Raven pointed out, still not turning away from her computer screens. “And I don’t acknowledge the responsibility you’re trying to make me feel.” Her voice was cold and her eyes unreadable as she concluded: “Am I my brothers keeper?”
For a moment there was silence as Luciel struggled for words, and Wraith watched him as if waiting for a sign. Then from the side of the room a faint voice replied:
“You are his keeper as he is yours.”
Wraith and Raven stiffened, before turning as one to look at Revenge, who returned their gaze with the impenetrability of an oracle.
-HEX, Rhiannon Lassiter
“I have found humans to be quite argumentative.”
Kirk couldn’t resist. “No, we’re not.”
“Yes, you…” The Vulcan hesitated, raised an eyebrow. “Kidding?"
“You catch on fast,” Kirk smiled approvingly.
-Star Trek Academy: Collision Course, Williams Shatner - Between Kirk and Spock, page 43
Harley Quinn: Order's up!
Mad Dog: What's that--
Harley Quinn: Smell? I turned on all the gas, so next person who fires a shot, BOOM, everyone dies. Want some ice cream?
-Suicide Squad Vol. 1 - Kicked in the Teeth
He ignored her, as his brother had. Instead he touched the spur to his horse's flank, and rode straight at her at a canter, so she had to scramble out of his way or be run down.
Now she was angry. What if she had been a poor old woman? She could have been hurt or killed! What right had he to run people over as if they were nothing?
Oh, that tore it! As he passed, she whirled, and took her staff in both hands. "You!" she cried in her own voice, pointing it at him.
Startled by the change in her voice he pulled up his horse and turned in his saddle to stare at her.
She did not bother with a rhyme this time; the force of her anger was more than enough to shape the power. She aimed her staff at him, like and accusation. "You are as ill-mannered, as stubborn, and as stupid as an ass!" she shouted, "So BE one!"
The power exploded out of her, coursed down her arm, and shot from her staff in a stream of red-gold light.
- The Fairy Godmother, Mercedes Lackey - Pages 191-192
Words are power in a magician's mouth. Choose them carefully.
And yet -- she always got her best results when she wasn't too specific, when she let the power choose its own shape.
She took a deep breath. One by one, the words fell, carefully, from her lips. "A playfellow I'll be, but no man's toy. A partner, helper, but no one's servant nor slave. I will be captain of my fate, and commander of my destiny, though the path I may share and the course I chart be followed by others. What I have, I'll share, but I'll not give it over. What I am, I am, and I'll not change it. What I will be, I will be, by my own will and not other. Now. Take that and make something of it!"
- The Fairy Godmother, Mercedes Lackey - Page 263
Then he heard a wild, high-pitched cackling that made the hair stand up on the back of his neck. It wasn't sane, that laugh. In fact, it was the laughter of someone who never had more than a nodding acquaintance with sanity.
- Fortune's Fool, Mercedes Lackey - Page 186
Heroes didn't usually have any interest in birds, and the names and categorization of them were generally limited in a Hero's education to "good to eat," "not good to eat," and "singing while I have a hangover, kill it with a rock."
- The Sleeping Beauty, Mercedes Lackey - Page 50
"Almira Gulch, just because you own half the county doesn't mean that you have the power to run the rest of us. For twenty-three years, I've been dying to tell you what I thought of you! And now... well, being a Christian woman, I can't say it!"
- Aunty Em, The Wizard of Oz
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12/29/12: The Mayan's were wrong and we're still here. So, a late Merry Christmas and Happy New Year's to all my readers. Have fun with all your new toys. -Shi
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