Maxx rocks the house!

Gods and Monsters, by KodiakkeMax

Okay. It's not so much that it's a Farscape fic, or that John and Scorpy are rubbing shoulders and understanding each other on a really uncomfortable level. It's not so much that Max brings the pain and makes me weep for the futility and waste, all with the hot taste of dry dust in my mouth. Mostly it's the frank and undistorted look (not counting the eerily alien observer) at what is most feared but least often thought. Wasted lives. There are few Farscape works that affect so deeply; this is one of them. I could quote this fic to death, but I'm just gonna put two short, gorgeous bits right here:

a life is not even good currency: it means something only when it numbers in the hundreds, the thousands; when there is enough to spend.

Time by any measure does not blunt the edge of hate, but it hones and the weapons become more efficient. "Same shit," he murmurs. "Different day."

What is it that can give back hope when it's been lost, or worse? Never found.

posted by Ally 5/21/2004 08:47:32 PM