darththalia (darththalia) wrote in tpm_flashback, @ 2004-09-27 12:21:00 |
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Original poster: raina_at
Hi!
I'm not going to do themed recs, I'll just rec stories that I loaded onto my PDA when I got it and haven't removed since, stories I re-read regularely and with passion.
So here goes :-)
Title: The Junin Trilogy
Author: Tem-ve H'syan
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Q/O
Warnings: Slight squick-warning for vegetarians in the second one. Mild bondage and just a drop of blood in the first one.
Author's e-mail, web site and/or LJ id: tem-ve@gmx.de ; Tem-ve's 1001 Tales
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Link to story: Two Days from Junin
A Day to Junin
At Junin
Reasons for recommending: I've re-read these three stories so many times I can't count. (And I've been bugging Tem-ve for a sequel ever since I've known her, I think.)
As ever with Tem-ve, the world she creates in this series is athmospheric, vivid, sensual and wonderfully colourful. The narrator voice - old Gaucho Qui - is spot on, entirely different from Tem-ve's normal narrator voice and yet very much her style. The atmosphere is dense and sucks me right in every time I read it.
For me, he series unites the best of a good AU (characters who are their own people and yet retain qualities that make them recognisably Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan) with the flair of a very original piece of writing.
Also, the series is incredibly sensual and wonderfully, sizzlingly hot.
Quote from story: He gets worse by the day. Oh, he gets better. He can almost ride properly now, at least he doesn't fall off any more, and I'll try and let him have the lasso tomorrow, if I can spare enough idle time to teach him. What gets me is how he... he slinks. He slides off the horse as if he were some kind of liquid. And runs his hands through his grimy hair and it still looks like bloody silk, and his eyebrows are lighten than his cheeks with the sunburn he's got and he looks ridiculous but so... I don't know. Beautiful? Yeah, I guess he does. I'm just not used to the idea. He drives me mad. I mean, he slipped on something and fell into a mud pool in one of the corrals this afternoon, and tormented me with the sight of his pants clinging to his behind all evening before he could be bothered to go wash. And then he emerges from the house just as I've settled down in my little garden to quieten down all of this thinking in my head, and he's rubbing his hair dry and no, he's not wearing anything else, except that grin and I feel lie I'm itchy al over, like my skin is antsy from within and I want to sink my hands in that cool creamy wet skin and... eat him up. I feel hungry. He drives me insane.