Sometimes, in Hester’s half-sleep when her limbs are leaden as coal scuttles and her thoughts are arrows strung on bows but never released, she suspects that Anna never really fell, that the infamous scarlet aviator coat was wrapped around nothing, a rag spun into a steaming abyss.
Nobody comes back from the Sunless Country.
A Mortal Engines (2018) fic
A night of familiar despair and sadness between Samantha and Frances.
Written for TidalDragon's Knockout Challenge 2019-20 round one.
banner made by me
we're just young and reckless
if we wreck this,
it's fine.
2021 golden ink awards: best angst (3rd place)
Any access or use of the FanficTalk Archive is conditioned upon compliance with our Site Guidelines and Terms of Service and the Copyright Policy and Privacy Policy contained therein. Should you have any questions about them, you are very welcome to contact any of our archive validators. For advanced searching, please click here.
Any characters, source code, text, or titles contained herein which are recognizable as copyrighted material are the sole property of their owners.
