It's been three years almost and I still keep coming back to this fic because holy crap, this is the most amazing Cousland fic I've ever read.

Amazing.

Excellent evolution. I can practically map her growth in my mind.

Beautiful. It reads almost like a poem.

I will first admit that I haven't reviewed a fic-any fic-in a good long while. Nonetheless, I felt that, having read yours, it deserved a response.

It is an excellently crafted series of moments, incredibly evocative considering the short length of each. I greatly admire the poetic nature of your prose, and the way that you never allow that poetry and its inevitable metaphor to tangle up the meaning and underlying story of the piece. That is to say, you tell a poetic story, but you do it clearly and concisely.

I often felt that the PC in Dragon Age deserved a deeper, more fleshed-out perspective, one that wasn't really possible due to the medium. You have given your Cousland what the game lacked-turmoil, strife, true fire and conflict-and you rightfully deserve the praise you've been given for it. Bravo.

~Djinn

Amazing story, thank you!

amazing end

so heartbreaking

poor girl

that part of the game bugged me real bad too

even the carnage is beautiful

every word is laced with so much sadness

she sounds a bit mad, though quite an eloquent madwoman

wow, what a way to describe her dreams

that was so darkly beautiful