Fall of Angels by Corby (R)
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stargateficrecRec Category: Daniel
Pairing: None
Category: Daniel, angst
Warning: Dark subject matter
Author on LJ: I couldn't find her. Anybody know?
Author's Website:The Tablet
Link:Fall of Angels
Why This Must Be Read: I know I've already recc'd a Corby story and I hadn't intended to rec two from the same author but.. guh. Corby has such a clean, straight-forward writing style that I tend to lose myself in her fics. She makes it look so easy, and whenever I finish reading something of hers I always think 'damn, I wish I could write like that'.
But this story is different from the last, darker, more angsty. And it's a multiple universe story, which is another of my hot buttons. I don't want to give away the plot so I'll just say it really packs a punch. The ending is perfect and not really an ending at all. Rated R for violent (but not graphically written) acts.
"Sharon Da Costa. Dental nurse. You remember Sharon, Jackson?"
Mid-twenties. Married to Jeff, wasn't it? Josh! Josh, and she was smiling in front of him, showing him the wedding photos, all the bridesmaids wearing hair that would make the Nox squint, all squeezed into blood red frocks and grinning like fools at the camera with Sharon in their centre, clutching the bouquet like it held all the dreams she'd ever owned. One hundred and eighty pound Sharon, who always hit his arm whenever he told her how beautiful she looked that day, every day he saw her. And it wasn't flattery, it was truth, because Sharon shone with simple goodness, and Daniel Jackson had learned to be a connoisseur of such things in a life so bereft of it.
He couldn't breathe, and he couldn't look.
Pairing: None
Category: Daniel, angst
Warning: Dark subject matter
Author on LJ: I couldn't find her. Anybody know?
Author's Website:The Tablet
Link:Fall of Angels
Why This Must Be Read: I know I've already recc'd a Corby story and I hadn't intended to rec two from the same author but.. guh. Corby has such a clean, straight-forward writing style that I tend to lose myself in her fics. She makes it look so easy, and whenever I finish reading something of hers I always think 'damn, I wish I could write like that'.
But this story is different from the last, darker, more angsty. And it's a multiple universe story, which is another of my hot buttons. I don't want to give away the plot so I'll just say it really packs a punch. The ending is perfect and not really an ending at all. Rated R for violent (but not graphically written) acts.
"Sharon Da Costa. Dental nurse. You remember Sharon, Jackson?"
Mid-twenties. Married to Jeff, wasn't it? Josh! Josh, and she was smiling in front of him, showing him the wedding photos, all the bridesmaids wearing hair that would make the Nox squint, all squeezed into blood red frocks and grinning like fools at the camera with Sharon in their centre, clutching the bouquet like it held all the dreams she'd ever owned. One hundred and eighty pound Sharon, who always hit his arm whenever he told her how beautiful she looked that day, every day he saw her. And it wasn't flattery, it was truth, because Sharon shone with simple goodness, and Daniel Jackson had learned to be a connoisseur of such things in a life so bereft of it.
He couldn't breathe, and he couldn't look.
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