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No, I swear, I'm totally working on midsummer fic. Right now. Yep.
But first I just had to finish reading this book that I'm in the middle of. Can't be leaving unfinished books lying around.
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lynnmonster got me Caroline Stevermer's A Scholar of Magics as a housewarming gift for the last apartment I moved into (thanks, Lynn!) and it's been sitting forlornly on my To Be Read stack ever since, keeping the books I bought at Noreascon company. And the Batman trades helaaspindakaas got me for... Christmas? It wasn't my birthday, was it?
Anyway. Behind on my reading. Endeavoring to be less so. Finished Scholar this morning, and...
It's one of those Historical-plus-magic fantasies, set in and about Glasscastle University (smacked down in place of Glastonbury, from what I can tell, given the thorn tree and hollow hill), a three-college school of magic. Samuel Lambert is an American living at the college on sufferance while the scholars observe his dead-eye marksmanship. Nicholas Fell is the Fellow in whose quarters Lambert resides, who seems to have no particular interest in any humans other than Lambert. Jane Brailsford is the younger sister of another Glasscastle Fellow, a witch of sister-school Greenlaw, come to prod Fell to assume certain of his magical responsibilities that he's been neglecting. Lambert spends the whole story madly in love with Glasscastle, and sparing attention from that obsession for Nicholas and Jane in surprisingly even measures. Having finished the book, I am, perhaps predictably, pining for Oxford and porn.
Has anybody else read this one? Is there fic? Could there be fic? Full of melting restraint and 1912-ish banter and manners and formal collars being tossed in the dustbin and maybe the occasiaonal trip in a motor car? Novel uses of Glasscastle and/or Greenlaw magic? Nicholas/Lambert? Jane/Lambert? Nicholas/Lambert/Jane, with Nicholas and Jane in a duel of wits for possession of Lambert as an optional sidelight? Pleeeeeeeeeease? Because I'll do dramatic readings if I have to, people. There's lots of reading time left before![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
yuletide signup.
And oh! Last night I actually left my apartment and socialized. Well, and did some heavy lifting. But then there was socializing! I got to seecmshaw again, and I met bayleaf and sanj and ellen_fremedon and eolianbeck and tricksterquinn, who is not the youngest person on my flist even now, as she is older than shaws_ghoti by a whopping two months. Although the tiara would probably look better on tricksterquinn. More hair and all.
(The evening kicked off with that wonderful moment at the metro stop, where I stood a few feet away, watchingsanj and ellen_fremedon and eolianbeck talking, trying to eavesdrop for keywords and thinking Well, they look fannish... until Ellen finally looked over at me and said, "Are you...?" and broke the stalemate. And despite having met her at least in passing at last ConneXions, it still took me all night to realize that Ellen was ellen_fremedon of Id Vortex fame. Because I am a little slow somedays.)
I think
lynnmonster got me Caroline Stevermer's A Scholar of Magics as a housewarming gift for the last apartment I moved into (thanks, Lynn!) and it's been sitting forlornly on my To Be Read stack ever since, keeping the books I bought at Noreascon company. And the Batman trades helaaspindakaas got me for... Christmas? It wasn't my birthday, was it? Anyway. Behind on my reading. Endeavoring to be less so. Finished Scholar this morning, and...
It's one of those Historical-plus-magic fantasies, set in and about Glasscastle University (smacked down in place of Glastonbury, from what I can tell, given the thorn tree and hollow hill), a three-college school of magic. Samuel Lambert is an American living at the college on sufferance while the scholars observe his dead-eye marksmanship. Nicholas Fell is the Fellow in whose quarters Lambert resides, who seems to have no particular interest in any humans other than Lambert. Jane Brailsford is the younger sister of another Glasscastle Fellow, a witch of sister-school Greenlaw, come to prod Fell to assume certain of his magical responsibilities that he's been neglecting. Lambert spends the whole story madly in love with Glasscastle, and sparing attention from that obsession for Nicholas and Jane in surprisingly even measures. Having finished the book, I am, perhaps predictably, pining for Oxford and porn.
Has anybody else read this one? Is there fic? Could there be fic? Full of melting restraint and 1912-ish banter and manners and formal collars being tossed in the dustbin and maybe the occasiaonal trip in a motor car? Novel uses of Glasscastle and/or Greenlaw magic? Nicholas/Lambert? Jane/Lambert? Nicholas/Lambert/Jane, with Nicholas and Jane in a duel of wits for possession of Lambert as an optional sidelight? Pleeeeeeeeeease? Because I'll do dramatic readings if I have to, people. There's lots of reading time left before
yuletide signup. And oh! Last night I actually left my apartment and socialized. Well, and did some heavy lifting. But then there was socializing! I got to see
cmshaw again, and I met bayleaf and sanj and ellen_fremedon and eolianbeck and tricksterquinn, who is not the youngest person on my flist even now, as she is older than shaws_ghoti by a whopping two months. Although the tiara would probably look better on tricksterquinn. More hair and all. (The evening kicked off with that wonderful moment at the metro stop, where I stood a few feet away, watching
sanj and ellen_fremedon and eolianbeck talking, trying to eavesdrop for keywords and thinking Well, they look fannish... until Ellen finally looked over at me and said, "Are you...?" and broke the stalemate. And despite having met her at least in passing at last ConneXions, it still took me all night to realize that Ellen was ellen_fremedon of Id Vortex fame. Because I am a little slow somedays.)