All This Land by summer_smile (PG)
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het_reccersFandom Category: Battlestar Galactica
Pairing: Margaret "Racetrack" Edmundson/Karl "Helo" Agathon
Fic Title: All This Land
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summer_smile
Link: "All This Land" at authors LJ
Rating/Warning(s): PG
Genre: Romance, back story
WIP?: Complete
Why This Must Be Read: I just love this story so much and always have. There's back story and world building and an actually culture here, all as a back-drop to an emotionally driven story with two good character-voices. The language and imagery has stayed with me for a long time.
Her fingers twitched and curled in on themselves, searching for the bow that had always accompanied her on her excursions into the forests of Libron. Instead of pushing the thought away, as she usually did when her old things crossed her mind, she slowed and let herself fall into stance. Raised the ghost of the bow her grandmother had given her upon her acceptance as a Maiden of Artemis, and drew the string back. Tighter and tighter she pulled, until it nearly cut into her fingers, until it would surely break...
Pairing: Margaret "Racetrack" Edmundson/Karl "Helo" Agathon
Fic Title: All This Land
Author:
summer_smileLink: "All This Land" at authors LJ
Rating/Warning(s): PG
Genre: Romance, back story
WIP?: Complete
Why This Must Be Read: I just love this story so much and always have. There's back story and world building and an actually culture here, all as a back-drop to an emotionally driven story with two good character-voices. The language and imagery has stayed with me for a long time.
Her fingers twitched and curled in on themselves, searching for the bow that had always accompanied her on her excursions into the forests of Libron. Instead of pushing the thought away, as she usually did when her old things crossed her mind, she slowed and let herself fall into stance. Raised the ghost of the bow her grandmother had given her upon her acceptance as a Maiden of Artemis, and drew the string back. Tighter and tighter she pulled, until it nearly cut into her fingers, until it would surely break...
