Warren/Connor: Thus Spake Zarathustra

Late Warrenficathon entry, still chipping away at my backlog. My person dropped out but I wanted to finish this anyway. The first draft of this was longer and probably hung together a lot better but it was also seriously nasty stuff involving the Trio keeping Connor prisoner, and I ended up not being able to finish it. I'm not sure this will make sense to anyone but me...

Title: Thus Spake Zarathustra
Author: Doyle
Pairing: Warren/Connor
Rating: PG
Notes: Goes wildly AU from Normal Again.

( Thus Spake Zarathustra )

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Memes, gakked from vanilla_tiger

Instructions:
1. Copy and paste this: [font color=othercat][b]othercat[/b][/font] into your journal.
2. Replace my username with yours.
3. Replace [] with <> .

doyle_sb4

1. Take five books off your bookshelf. [Or on your desk, for the lazy]
2. Book #1 -- first sentence
3. Book #2 -- last sentence on page fifty
4. Book #3 -- second sentence on page one hundred
5. Book #4 -- next to the last sentence on page one hundred fifty
6. Book #5 -- final sentence of the book
7. Make the five sentences into a paragraph:

Coraline discovered the door a little while after they moved into the house. A great soaring, all-powerful, all-seeing, all-conquering eagle with piercing eyes and mighty wings and talons that dripped with the blood of the pig! You send a flash to the sun. Depending on the underlying hypothesis, the penis is assumed to correlate either directly or inversely with the dimensions of one of these other body parts. Then, starting home, he walked towards the trees, and under them, leaving behind him the big sky, the whisper of wind voices in the wind-bent wheat.

1. Coraline by Neil Gaiman
2. Making History by Stephen Fry
3. The New Penguin Book of Love Poetry
4. Ignobel Prizes (this is a terrific book - awards for scientific endeavours that 'cannot or should not' be repeated)
5. In Cold Blood by Truman Capote

I substituted Coraline for my first choice of American Psycho because the opening sentence is about 200 words long.

Back to the revision or my degree will be pastede on yay.

(ETA: but first. Poetry spam. Because I won't see Troy for ages and my f-list is full of Troy stuff and this is vaguely related.

Parting in Wartime

How long ago Hector took off his plume,
Not wanting that his little son should cry,
Then kissed his sad Andromache goodbye ­
And now we three in Euston waiting-room.

Frances Cornford)

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More revising of the Book of Days.

First draft - 2960 words to get to exactly the same place in the plot as the 564 words of the second draft. Quite a lot of those 2396* extraneous words were exposition that's going to have to go back in somewhere, but it still says something about how long I can take to get to the point.

(* I had to work this out using a calculator. Two Maths A-Levels and three years of a Physics degree and I can't subtract in my head.)

Oh, did a small update to Ice Cream for Freaks. About 25 new recs - one Angelus/Spike/Dru, one ensemble, four Wes/Illyria, the rest Spangel.