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FIC REC~ Snupin Santa: The strange and curious dreams of Herrn Ulrich Vilsak [NC17]
Title: The strange and curious dreams of Herrn Ulrich Vilsak

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Author: Snupin Santa
Length/Word Count: 29,253
Alternate Links to Fic/Art: none yet
Pairing: Remus Lupin/Nymphadora Tonks, Remus Lupin/Severus Snape
Rating: NC17
Original Summary: Magical AU, Prague ca. 1890. The last days before Josefov, the old Ghetto of Prague is being torn down to be rebuilt it seems the golem returns once more to walk the streets of Prague. Remus Lupin finds himself with a strange wand, an even stranger lover and no memories to fulfill a task he doesn’t even know.
Genre: Alternate Universe, Dark Fic, Mystery/Suspense
Warnings: Darkish; Written mostly in present tense; Magical AU; Slavery; Dubious Sexual Consent; Violence; Exhibitionism

Why everyone should read this: This is a different kind of story. I let myself fall into the story, become immersed in the ebb and flow of characterizations and emotions.

The setting is Wizarding Prague, sometime in the past. There are strange portents and the misfiring of magic spells. The threat of the golem, a mythical creature created to do its master’s biding, is sweeping through the old Wizarding Ghetto.

A breath of strangeness comes from Herrn Vilsak, strangely tinged with melancholy. There are dreams and fantasies and angry remonstrations and angrier demonstrations…and there is a slave, a lover in a red cloak, kept by a blond-haired noble wizard. There are fragments of dreams torn asunder by war and strife and love that never had a proper chance. The kernel of the story becomes clearer as you read—characters are fleshed out and shown with their true faces and the reader is left to marvel at such literary slight-of-hand.

This story is well-researched and paced. The exotic locale lent an air of suspense and intrigue as well. There are times when I felt my heart racing with the fury of the emotions, and then there are times when I too stare into the distance, loving and hating.

This is a great read for a snowy afternoon, pot of tea at your elbow, afghan over your knees.