Hurrah, I finally found this fic! And I'm so glad I did: I love how you have taken the (marginalized) women of the HP world and given them a history and a voice. I love how they are linked together, and I love Merope, who makes me want to quote apocalyptic poetry: The darkness drops again; but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle
One wonders whether Merope really is waiting on the other side for all the bright flowers of womenhood she has culled.... Oh, the cruel irony, oh the lovely way this story insinuates itself into my brain. Will shut up now. Shutting!
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Date: 2005-10-22 12:36 pm (UTC)The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle
One wonders whether Merope really is waiting on the other side for all the bright flowers of womenhood she has culled.... Oh, the cruel irony, oh the lovely way this story insinuates itself into my brain. Will shut up now. Shutting!