Posted in Fan Fiction, Notre Dame de Paris, Westmark on Aug 12th, 2005 No Comments »
That the boy would renounce his respected family name for some alias picked up in the street to give him a sort of Bohemian anonymity– and that ridiculous long coat, the long hair, the poetry. The boy was too sensible for poetry.
The last straw, though, was the goat.
Posted in Crossovers, Fan Fiction, Notre Dame de Paris, Phantom of the Opera on Mar 6th, 2005 No Comments »
He, Erik, didn’t like to leave his new home beneath the opera. He was new to it and it was beautiful and quiet and secret — he liked the secrecy best of all — and cool and safe. He was going to live in it, where men couldn’t find him unless he wanted them to, and nobody in the world could ever touch him or see him. He would have liked never to leave it, instead to stay there always.
Posted in Crossovers, Fan Fiction, Les Misérables, Notre Dame de Paris on Dec 14th, 2004 No Comments »
Once upon a time–
It was a very long time ago, and neither you nor I nor anyone else can remember back that far; so there’s no use asking when. It was a very long time ago, and in a city in France there lived a boy and his little sister, whom he loved dearly.
They [...]
Posted in Fan Fiction, Notre Dame de Paris on Dec 10th, 2004 No Comments »
“I don’t like your Quasimodo, brother,” said Jehan playfully, glancing sideways at Claude as he stared thoughtfully over one of the parapets of the cathedral, down at the square below.
“Why do you dislike Quasimodo?” Claude asked flatly, hardly bothering to make it a question. Jehan considered sulking, to catch his attention, but decided it [...]