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A few NFE recs
To begin,
Fit To Be Tied, written for me, crack cross over in which, courtesy of Anansi the spider trickster, Susan romps through various fictional places dealing with a spider with a sense of humor,
The Rule of Threes Raid, also written for me, Susan is inserted into North Africa to mislead the Nazis about the upcoming invasion of the "soft underbelly of Europe" (a crossover with Rat Patron, which you don’t need to know at all), canon Narnia and my own The Stone Gryphon series
The Case of the Descending Debutante, Lucy, Edmund and Eustace, still with Harold and Alberta, post DT, invade Greece on a humanitarian mission with guest appearance by paratrooper Susan, is hilarious, amazing fun,
Chain of pearls (anklets of light) a beautiful, visual story about Eustace and faith as he visits India, and comes to see how elephants in Hinduism allows him to better understand the Lion in his own life, . Aspects of the Narnian fandom can be horribly critical of non-Christian belief systems, asserting that non-Christians have no business enjoying the Chronicles except as a path to Christian evangelization -- ironic given the popularity of the stories worldwide. For its respectful portrayal of another belief system, this story is multi-cultural gem and Eustace is the perfect voice and vehicle for it.
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Oh yes, I do like that Asim bin Kalil met up with Susan Pevensie -- it's interesting to see that persona and the different relationship Asim has with all four Pevensies, instead of being the Major.
And this story I think complements "Rat and Sword Go to War" very nicely. :-)
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Here is the opening:
The day had just begun but the sun already shone hot and bright above the land barely an hour after dawn. Every whitewashed wall and tower and silver dome was painted in shades of gold for miles along both banks of the river. The water below and between the banks sparkled like diamonds or stars against a deep blue liquid fabric that rippled downstream and towards the mouth of the river. Many boats of various shapes and sizes bobbed up and down while the ropes that kept them tied to the piers swayed gently as the vessels rocked against the shifting currents.
Peridan raised his hand to his temple, shielding his eyes from the glare of the strong light as he scanned the opposite bank for any unusual movement. He wish he brought a spyglass but knew it would draw even more attention to him than he wanted; the appearance of a "Northern Barbarian" outside the city gates at such an hour already attracted a few curious glances—if not questions—from the sailors and slaves that were working nearby.
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Peridan, what are you doing skulking about??? And it's lovely that you are writing.
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