This was so intriguing, and you added lovely references to my other obsession, BSG, so for that, you get a hug.
Love the sketch you drew of the woman in the rocker; and I enjoyed listening to Sam's POV as he walked the streets, "feeling" out the power, trying to accomplish this mission to save Laura. And of course, Sam's negotiations with the healer...a nice insight to his fears about what he is/will become...and how all dealmaking comes in shades of grey.
And I thought this was lovely description of the intersection of memory and forgetting:
Too often, he was wholly disappointed, even after those moments when a piece of real and weighty tradition was set in front of him. So much confusion and falsehood was mixed in with every strand of truth until he wondered how these little enclaves had survived this long, half-dabbling in things they only understood well enough to get themselves hurt. There must have been remnants of protective egregores left by those who really knew the old ways, elsewise half the city would likely be left in rubble and disease.
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Date: 2007-04-17 12:59 am (UTC)Love the sketch you drew of the woman in the rocker; and I enjoyed listening to Sam's POV as he walked the streets, "feeling" out the power, trying to accomplish this mission to save Laura. And of course, Sam's negotiations with the healer...a nice insight to his fears about what he is/will become...and how all dealmaking comes in shades of grey.
And I thought this was lovely description of the intersection of memory and forgetting:
Too often, he was wholly disappointed, even after those moments when a piece of real and weighty tradition was set in front of him. So much confusion and falsehood was mixed in with every strand of truth until he wondered how these little enclaves had survived this long, half-dabbling in things they only understood well enough to get themselves hurt. There must have been remnants of protective egregores left by those who really knew the old ways, elsewise half the city would likely be left in rubble and disease.