5/21/2006 c1 37MidnightBlue88
"Somewhere in the back of his mind, there was a memory of a silent city, water that rippled slightly in the breeze, reflecting the moonlight. Memories of strange creatures on wheels, losing two fingers in a fight somewhere, lying on dew-laden grass under the twinkling night sky. But all these memories were blurred and fading, and sometimes he wondered if he had made them up. They were too strange, too magical, to be real."

I really liked the imagery there. It was very evocative. Anyway, I was confused by the fact that he had forgotten Lyra (and his daemon!), and I thought at first that his forgetfulness was more metaphorical, if that makes sense. I thought that maybe you were implying that as he grew into adulthood that the memories had faded and that he felt like they were part of some childhood fantasy. But, no, he literally forgot about her. Not what I thought you were getting at, but that's alright. Like I said, I found it kind of unbelievable, but it still worked for your story, especially when he has to make that decision at the end. Nice, introspective one-shot.

11/30/2005 c1 55LadyKnightOfHollyrose
aw that was really really good!

i'm just wandering, how old is Will in this?

great fic ^_^

11/27/2005 c1 2Lunlar
Man, you're really crap at summaries, but the story was really good!

11/9/2005 c1 Sam
Oh ow. But it's the good kind of hurt. This is so well done it made me cry. Congradulations and keep up the excellent work.

I love your Will.

10/15/2005 c1 97Bagge
Nice one. Somehow, I don't think that Will would forget about Lyra, but nevertheless, the way you wrote this story made Will's choice the more dramatic. This is of course the last consequence of the closing of the events in the triology. They have to go on with their life. I enjoyed your description of Oxford and the botanical garden. A beautiful place for a beautiful moment. Also, the description of Will - a powerfulman, a leader - is a wonderful clatch against the description of him in the books, a shy, small and insignificant boy.

Thanks for your review of my poem. I have had that lying around for years without publishing it. For me, the Vodka-epsidoe more than many other symbolises how the children are growing up, the process that ended with their isolation in different worlds. I also like the thought of a small-vilage priest being able to influence the war in heaven by this simple action.

10/10/2005 c1 11wolfling
A formidable first foray into the fantastic realm of fanfiction.

Queenie, welcome to life as an official Authoress.

Brilliant fic.

~wolfling