I know my review will not weight as much as those given to you by other great authors, but I just couldn't stay silent.
What can I say? First of all, I am jealous of your incredible writing style. It's not only poetic; you have a way of taking a simple, common thing, then giving it an emotion, a feeling, or even life, and finally, you let the reader immerse into the waves of words that can be peaceful or tumultuous. I wish this was something that could be learned, but I think it is something that borns inside you.
I really enjoyed your story because of the emotion you are able to transmit. Maybe I'm lame, but for some reason, I don't find too many authors that can transmit me the emotion of the characters. With your writing, I saw Icarus, and I felt how everything closed up on Regulus, like the ocean when it's tide grows under the attraction of the moon.
I definitely admire your writing skills. Again, I know my review is no where near the quality of others you have received from great authors, but I had to tell you the impact your story had on me.
Thank you very much for a great read!
A very fascinating piece of writing here. I know there was probably so much more that the author was trying to convey, but the one thing that sticks out in my mind is the line: "Everything in these days has begun happening so much more quickly, grey-time double-stepping, go go go, until you can no longer tell which of these things are hours, and which are minutes, and which are speeding seconds..." How perfectly that captures the way I have begun to view time recently. I think, as you get older, you really begin to see how quickly time moves. It gets kind of scary.
Again, a wonderfully fascinating piece here. Great job!
Wo, you are so good! I wish I could write half as good as you do! You're awesome.
One of the things I admire most in other authors, both of fanfiction and original fiction, is the ability to come up with new ways of describing things; new adjectives to describe familiar nouns (days the colour of dust, and that only in good light), combinations of words that donít usually go together (your days are only quick-phrased sentences punctuated by darkness) Ė things that make the reader look at the subject in a totally new way.
You have the gift of putting words together, and I am completely in awe of you for it. Iíve read some of your stuff before, and really, really enjoyed it Ė but this is my new favorite, and I knew from the first paragraph that it was going on my favorites list. This is how it feels, to fly featherlight, in a sort of Daedalian imitation of movement; that strange-familiar sense of watching from above, sunlit and golden and triumphant, and then slow, deliberate plummet downwards, hurtling in a controlled dive of feather and wing and wax towards the ground - Absolutely beautiful, and an amazing twist on the Icarus story. The long, stretched out sentence with its many commas (incidentally, Iím not sure the comma after ďfeatherlightĒ is necessary, though Iím not sure itís grammatically wrong, either Ė it just feels like it stops the motion for a moment) pushes the reader forward Ė Icarusí dive to the ground. At the same time, however, the emphasis on every word adds a sense of deliberation, which is surprisingly effective. I love the way you twist the story, describing the dive as slow, deliberate, and controlled Ė he canít stop his fall, but he controls the way in which he falls Ė and support this twist with your very language.
things diametrically opposite, you have thought, and idealistic, and crazy. Iím not sure about this phrase; it feels like it ought to make sense, given the style of the narrative, but I couldnít quite make it work Ė I stopped to try and figure it out, and it interrupted the flow of the narrative. (I think your syntax is rubbing off on me Ė that was an incredibly long sentence, though it didnít have the aesthetic that all of yours seem to have.)
I canít possibly point out all the phrases I love in this story, for all that itís only 800 words. There are so many things I love. Your characterization of Sirius, by Regulus. The way you rush the narrative forward, only to pull it to an abrupt stop with one or two short sentences. (The next day, he left. Perhaps you should have known.) The parallel between Regulus and Icarus (the choice, the knowledge of impeding death, the acceptance). The end (everything about the end Ė I donít know where to begin talking about it, so I wonít). This is an immensely powerful story. You are an immensely moving writer. I know this review is nothing but flattery, but I really donít have anything else to say, other than to keep writing.
To be honest, I needed to start reading this fic several times. The parallel between Icarus and Regulus (God, even their names sound alike) looked really interesting, but I understood that, with your fics, I need to sit down in silence and read and think. (That's a compliment.) :)
I can't cease to be amazed by your vocabulary..it makes me know that I need to work. Also, I'm reading a book right now - Mikhail Bulgakov's The White Guard and I thought you might like it. Your styles are very much alike, and you might find his comparisons interesting. (Gag, I sound like a commercial.)
Anyways, this story is really an accomlishment. The whole idea, the way you characterize the people through the littlest of things, and the way you've managed to maintain 2nd person without making it seem awkward was great. Congratulations and thanks for another fascinating read. :))
Wow. Another one that I shall have to read several times more than I already have. I really liked this little one-shot, especially the whole bit at the end...I felt this sense of urgency and doom, especially with the heartbeat thing. I also loved how you characterize both of the brothers through the littlest things. LIke the way Sirius writes...that one made me realize how well I know Sirius now because of reading all your fics...=)...thanks for another great read.
You are amazing.
No, you really are. If there's something I love is... what's the name of that? Poetic prose, that has to be the name. I have always been scared of reading fics about Regulus. He's not clearly defined in my mind, and I do not want fandom to spoil him for me. But this, this is an amazing piece of work... and Regulus feels real. It will be your fault that I will squee when we know for sure that he's the infamous RAB.
Going straight to my favourites. Good work.
Where to start? This is, as always, an amazing piece of work. And I'm far too amused by the fact that it's got a mythological connection because I was far too bored in English when we covered mythology. But I absolutely loved this, so...my English teacher would indeed be proud.
I am, as you know, a Regulus fan. So, naturally, I wanted to read this. I think it's highly interesting that you chose to use second person, as it's not something authors use very often, if ever. I would generally discourage using it, as it does seem to be slightly odd (indeed, I've always wondered why we include it in our grammar lessons at all), but it worked here. I think it lets us be Regulus and feel what he is feeling. It allows us to take a walk in his shoes, as it were.
And in a slower world. you might have been surprised by the way you can no longer find the words you need. You need a comma there instead of a period. Just thought I'd point it out. =)
I really really liked the third part. It conveyed Regulus's thoughts of Sirius so nicely. The world as Sirius sees it, you think, is a network of sharp angles in contrasting monochromatic splendour, black-and-white and sketched in broad sweeping lines and quick upward strokes, straight-then-bent like the way he stands, or the way he laughs, sound arcing downwards like some sort of jagged lightning; brilliant and, for a moment, blinding. That's a good sentence if ever I saw one. Just love it.
The end is simply wonderfully sad. I think the idea of paralleling Icarus and Regulus is a really nice one. And the last sentence is just awesome. I can't really say anything except I loved it. Another one of your fics that's going in my favorites. Excellent work as usual, Noldo!