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Back in the day, we wrote on paper and sent things through the mail. It was a slower, more old-fashioned kind of fandom that we had. To prove this point, I was going through papers in the laundry room and came across a stack of 3/5 cards with quotes on them from various fannish fics that I had read. I guess at the time, I was passionate enough to read so very closely and to take the time to write down a phrase or quote or whatever that seemed especially remarkable. And then I thought, either I can recycle the cards, or I can post the quotes and then recycle the cards. So what do you think I chose to do? Yeah....
So I picked a bunch at random, which was a collection of quotes from a story called "The Third Week in April" by Ellis Ward, who, in my book was one of THE best Pros writers I'd ever read. I thought she got the characters spot on, their voices, their concerns, the tiny details, and the love, which was to be found in the same company as guns, unexploded bombs, and naffy canteens. She made me believe that these two really hard, trained killer type guys could have a gentle side, and allow themselves to love and be loved.
Third Week in April was first published in Chalk and Cheese #9, and if you wanted to read the story, it is at The Professionals Circuit Library.
(I can't believe I took the time to write some of these out! I had originally also listed the page numbers, but with all the fans typing madly to get the stories online, I didn't have to do that in order for you to be able to locate the quote.)
Here are the quotes, in no particular order.
*
Doyle merely guffawed at this outrageous abuse. While he was reconciled to the fact that Bodie was the stunner of this team, he was also comfortably aware of his own attractions. "No such luck." The gold chain wriggled free of his hand; his fingers flicked out to retrieve it. Wadding the warmed links in his palm, he said bleakly, "We'll never get married, Bodie."
Bodie had seen the play of emotions as they altered the landscape of Doyle's face. There had been wistful humour, followed by a deep, unplumbed sadness. Determined to snatch him from this bout of depression as he had so many others, Bodie snickered, "Don't remember asking you to, Doyle."
*
Making no effort to fight a sudden prickle of tears, Doyle bent forward until Bodie was surrounded, knowing with total insight that of all the moments they would come to share, this would remain best remembered of all, forever.
*
In eight years Doyle had learned a great deal about Bodie, virtually all of it through deeds, for Bodie was not one to put his innermost secrets into words. When he gave his affections, however, he gave them unstintingly; and when he hated, he was a man to beware. Somehow Doyle had earned his trust and loyalty almost from the first.
*
Ice-cold fury raced through Doyle's mind like lightning across a blackened sky. With total comprehension he knew why Parker was here, in his flat, and could easily guess what else he had meant to do to Bodie--his Bodie.
*
Bodie was a part of him, the complementary side of his being that made him whole.
*
Other people had looked at him with such open desire, the color of their irises overtaken by lightless pupils hungry for visual input. But none of those eyes had ever been Bodie's, midnight blue blending into black, so full of wanting and love that Doyle was set aflame with a mere gaze.
*
...overall there was something about him that defied the composite parts, that gave him an air not of a dissolute caught in the damning rays of dawn, but of a waif, abandoned by its mother at the side of the road.
*
Doyle gave him a head-shaking grin. "Well, you can quit eying me like that; I'm not on the menu."
"Oughta be," Bodie muttered, his throat dry.
So I picked a bunch at random, which was a collection of quotes from a story called "The Third Week in April" by Ellis Ward, who, in my book was one of THE best Pros writers I'd ever read. I thought she got the characters spot on, their voices, their concerns, the tiny details, and the love, which was to be found in the same company as guns, unexploded bombs, and naffy canteens. She made me believe that these two really hard, trained killer type guys could have a gentle side, and allow themselves to love and be loved.
Third Week in April was first published in Chalk and Cheese #9, and if you wanted to read the story, it is at The Professionals Circuit Library.
(I can't believe I took the time to write some of these out! I had originally also listed the page numbers, but with all the fans typing madly to get the stories online, I didn't have to do that in order for you to be able to locate the quote.)
Here are the quotes, in no particular order.
*
Doyle merely guffawed at this outrageous abuse. While he was reconciled to the fact that Bodie was the stunner of this team, he was also comfortably aware of his own attractions. "No such luck." The gold chain wriggled free of his hand; his fingers flicked out to retrieve it. Wadding the warmed links in his palm, he said bleakly, "We'll never get married, Bodie."
Bodie had seen the play of emotions as they altered the landscape of Doyle's face. There had been wistful humour, followed by a deep, unplumbed sadness. Determined to snatch him from this bout of depression as he had so many others, Bodie snickered, "Don't remember asking you to, Doyle."
*
Making no effort to fight a sudden prickle of tears, Doyle bent forward until Bodie was surrounded, knowing with total insight that of all the moments they would come to share, this would remain best remembered of all, forever.
*
In eight years Doyle had learned a great deal about Bodie, virtually all of it through deeds, for Bodie was not one to put his innermost secrets into words. When he gave his affections, however, he gave them unstintingly; and when he hated, he was a man to beware. Somehow Doyle had earned his trust and loyalty almost from the first.
*
Ice-cold fury raced through Doyle's mind like lightning across a blackened sky. With total comprehension he knew why Parker was here, in his flat, and could easily guess what else he had meant to do to Bodie--his Bodie.
*
Bodie was a part of him, the complementary side of his being that made him whole.
*
Other people had looked at him with such open desire, the color of their irises overtaken by lightless pupils hungry for visual input. But none of those eyes had ever been Bodie's, midnight blue blending into black, so full of wanting and love that Doyle was set aflame with a mere gaze.
*
...overall there was something about him that defied the composite parts, that gave him an air not of a dissolute caught in the damning rays of dawn, but of a waif, abandoned by its mother at the side of the road.
*
Doyle gave him a head-shaking grin. "Well, you can quit eying me like that; I'm not on the menu."
"Oughta be," Bodie muttered, his throat dry.