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Fic in a Box is open!
Or should I call it Biggles in a Box? Because there are EIGHTEEN Biggles stories in the collection!
I have not yet read them all (though I will!), but all that I have read are great. If you like Biggles, go forth and read!
If you don't like Biggles or like other things in addition to Biggles, the collection is a gold mine of delightful things. It's not limited to fic, so there's comics, cocktail recipes, cross-stitch patterns, and other charming things.
I wrote eight stories for the collection. At least one is Biggles, unsurprisingly. They are not all Biggles. See if you can spot them!
My marvelous gifts:
Bread at Midnight. Two beautiful and adorable pictures based on my Pern story "Cakes at Midnight." Menolly and Mirrim bake bread; their fire lizards help.
Lifeline. A truly epic story in which Biggles can see ghosts and Sakhalin is LITERALLY a hellhole.
Biggles often saw ghosts. Men he'd flown with and seen shot down in flames, crossing the street a few yards away or sitting in the far corner of the Aero Club on their own. Pilots he'd last seen leaping off into space, checking the weather reports in the squadron office. Young mechanics who'd been in the wrong place during a bombing raid, polishing fuselage quietly in the corner of his eye.
Life calls the tune, we dance. A lovely canon AU in which a very Biggles-typical action leads to von Stalhein coming back with him earlier; this doesn't mean anything is easy for either of them.
At one point he had been lying propped up against von Stalhein. The sensory memory threw him. It had a touch of unreality to it; this wasn't something that could happen between him and Erich.
(Very funny that both my Biggles stories have titles beginning with "Life.")
Or should I call it Biggles in a Box? Because there are EIGHTEEN Biggles stories in the collection!
I have not yet read them all (though I will!), but all that I have read are great. If you like Biggles, go forth and read!
If you don't like Biggles or like other things in addition to Biggles, the collection is a gold mine of delightful things. It's not limited to fic, so there's comics, cocktail recipes, cross-stitch patterns, and other charming things.
I wrote eight stories for the collection. At least one is Biggles, unsurprisingly. They are not all Biggles. See if you can spot them!
My marvelous gifts:
Bread at Midnight. Two beautiful and adorable pictures based on my Pern story "Cakes at Midnight." Menolly and Mirrim bake bread; their fire lizards help.
Lifeline. A truly epic story in which Biggles can see ghosts and Sakhalin is LITERALLY a hellhole.
Biggles often saw ghosts. Men he'd flown with and seen shot down in flames, crossing the street a few yards away or sitting in the far corner of the Aero Club on their own. Pilots he'd last seen leaping off into space, checking the weather reports in the squadron office. Young mechanics who'd been in the wrong place during a bombing raid, polishing fuselage quietly in the corner of his eye.
Life calls the tune, we dance. A lovely canon AU in which a very Biggles-typical action leads to von Stalhein coming back with him earlier; this doesn't mean anything is easy for either of them.
At one point he had been lying propped up against von Stalhein. The sensory memory threw him. It had a touch of unreality to it; this wasn't something that could happen between him and Erich.
(Very funny that both my Biggles stories have titles beginning with "Life.")
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