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This is how it is: the world goes down the toilet, aliens start dropping from the sky, and the oceans die all at once. Everything is poison and the poison is everywhere. What's left is nothing but echoes in the dust.
Despite all that, there they were—a co-dependent ex-lawyer-slash-doctor, a woman who cut out her own emotions with a knife instead of having to feel them, and a blind lobotomized ninja who couldn't put a sentence together to save his life.
Family is what you make it.
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- Part 3 of Of A Fractured Sky
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- English
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Bookmarked by bourbon_biscuit
25 May 2025
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Dude this an apocalypse novel, quality writing, feels like I'm reading a book. It's got that zombie apocalypse vibe the tv shows have and sometimes I forget these aren't original characters because the author adds so much depth to them. It's just so unique, having Foogy be the main pov most of the time, seeing through his eyes and the whole Daredevil vigilante thing being so much less strange at the end of the world. If you ever write a novel I'll be your first buyer
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Danny stretched out as far as he could into the grass. “My mom cleans houses and she says that the ones who pay really well always have, like, a jug of water in the fridge. Not bottles or anything. Just a glass pitcher. Like for flowers.”
The redhead nodded. “And high ceilings! I think it’s so they can fit more balloons in when they throw parties.”
A girl scoffed. “That’s dumb.”
“I bet their clothes are really warm,” Danny said loudly. “And the minute their power gets shut off, they call the people right away to get it back on. And their shoes always fit, ‘cause if they don’t, then they just get new ones.” He dug his fingers into the dirt. “And there’s always food in the fridge and they all have pet dogs.”
Neal felt his own cheeks redden. It made his insides squirm, knowing that Peter and Diana and Jones were seeing all of this. He could just imagine them comparing the words the kid on the ground said with his present day behaviors, matching cause with effect like pairs of playing cards.
or, an artifact the team comes across sends them hurtling back into their own memories, and it's especially sensitive to Neal.
Bookmarked by bourbon_biscuit
18 Apr 2025
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Lovely dive into a classic premise of characters seeing each others memories. Just love exploring Neal's past and having law enforcement learn that criminals aren't bad and the law isn't strictly good
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What the hell happened.
“… just gotta breathe, they’ll get you out, they always – always get you out –“
“Hardison,” Eliot whispered. Pain lanced through his head, down his side, his leg, something heavy pinning him to the cold concrete floor. His mouth was dry, tacky, and his eyelids felt too heavy to move. The babbling continued, Hardison’s voice stuttering softly, not seeming to have heard him.
“ – they’re okay, they know – know you’re here –“
Eliot licked his lips, ignoring the faint taste of blood, and tried again.
“Hardison.”
Trapped in a collapsed building, an injured Eliot and panicking Hardison do what they can to keep each other alive, safe, and whole.
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- English
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- 9/9
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Bookmarked by bourbon_biscuit
12 Jan 2025
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Another favourite for the collection featuring elliot trying to be the protector while injured and hardison having to step up, love this duo
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He woke to the feeling of heat on his face and pressure on his chest. A groan built in his throat, but he didn’t voice it. Quiet, always quiet, and still. Don’t move until you know what you’re moving into. Make no sound until you know who’s there to hear you. He breathed in scorched air and opened his eyes.
His vision blurred the flames leaping out of the window above him, but the thick smell of smoke shot him through with enough alarm to move his aching body. Something heavy slipped off his stomach as he sat up, and he blinked to focus on the object beside him.
An arm, limp, connected to a bloody shoulder. Glassy eyes stared from a face he didn’t know, mouth open, cheek pressed into the concrete.
Or: Eliot wakes up on the floor of a parking garage beside a dead man, with no memory of who he is or what happened to the other man. He only knows two things for certain: someone is trying to kill him, and he's not going to wait around for it to happen.
Or or: The author reread a western and decided to make it everyone else's problem.
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- English
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- 50,601
- Chapters:
- 18/18
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Bookmarked by bourbon_biscuit
12 Jan 2025
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A newer one i really enjoyed great plot and character dynamics
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While Eliot and Hardison are on a job in the woods, Eliot gets badly injured. Now with bad guys on their tail, Hardison needs to step up, or they're both as good as dead. Damn, Hardison hated outside. Hardison/Eliot brotherly friendship. Hurt/Comfort. Eliot whump
Bookmarked by bourbon_biscuit
12 Jan 2025
Bookmarker's Notes
My leverage obsession resurfaces every now and then, especially now I've started collecting the series on dvd, i remember loving every second of this one - protector gets hurt protecting, continues to protect until he needs to be protected