May. 25th, 2006

owl: Commander Vimes: Fabricati diem, punc (Vimes)
To all those who did the jobs they don't have to do.
owl: Guard your honour. Let your reputation fall where it will. (And outlive the bastards.) - Aral Vorkosigan (bujold)
Here's Cordelia.


  • Title: My Heart and My Honour
  • Author: [livejournal.com profile] jediowl
  • Recipient: [livejournal.com profile] altariel1

  • Rating/any warnings: Mentions of rape and torture, so, um, no under-10s? Rather less graphic than the books, anyway. Contains traces of Miles. Is ridiculously long.

  • Any other information: This fic owes a great deal to [livejournal.com profile] ajhalluk, both for a very thorough beta-reading, and for mentioning some author called Lois McMaster Bujold so often that when I saw a book called Cetaganda on a library shelf, I said, 'This seems familiar...'


  • Summary: [livejournal.com profile] altariel1 requested a 'missing scene' (e.g. his face-off with Aral from The Vor Game, or the conversation with Cordelia about Serg, or the moments before the drop from the balcony).
    Being permanently unable to make up what I'm pleased to call my mind, I did two missing scenes, weighing in at a total of >8000 words.
    Set during the closing part of The Vor Game. Gregor dealing with power, what his father was, and growing up.



Part I: Aral

Part II: Cordelia



looong )
owl: For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only son - John 3:16 (Godsoloved)
We're having a meeting at church tomorrow night on the Da Vinci Code. It's a sort of evangelistic judo, to use it for starting discussions on 'how reliable are the NT documents' or 'who was Jesus, really'. I managed to miss the bit where we trek around the town (we have the Hilliest Town in the County Down) shoving invitations through doors because I was at work (it has to be good for something).

If I were taking the meeting, it would run thusly: 'Frankly, I've seen better research in the pages of the Sun, and if Dan Brown told me the earth was round, I'd want to verify it before I believed it. Oh, and the characters are cardboard, the plot has holes big enough for dolphins to escape through, and the style stinks. Any questions?'

It's a good thing I'm not, then :)


Sometimes I love my work. Today I discovered that one of the other area teams had labelled their Deductions, D[eceased] file, "The Book of the Dead".
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