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Kristian Fischer You know, my first thought on the end was whether or not she dies in childbirth. It kinda sets up women as merely conduits for others to come into the world and carry on. At least in my mind. Obviously no idea if that's what you intended.
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Kristian Fischer Having learned a little bit of your life from what you've shared on Patreon and Twitter, I wonder how much of this is autobiographical. Probably more than a little, question mark?
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Nika Harper Very little, next to none.
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Myleah Rydberg I love you guys. Thanks for the amazing work you do.
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Kristian Fischer I really like this. Gotta say, I was a little worried that the final scene would be the baby fox and its family snout deep in the crow's entrails. The actual ending was much better, though. "You may be clever, but I'm old, junior!"
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Jesus Gutierrez The idea of two tricksters having a battle of wits was really fun and intriguing. Love the interaction between the baby fox and the crow and how even in the end there was a respect among them. Awesome job.
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Kristian Fischer You never realize how much an hour of uncontrollable sobbing hurts your face until you've done it. Lucia felt like a spear driven into my heart. The name was different, but the person was exactly the same. Mine. The absolute, uncontested love of my life. Lost and gone forever. My "Lucia" never got the chance to be an old woman in a curtained bed. I say I read the story, but what happened was that I read 1/4 of it, then had to close my browser and go sit in my easy chair and empty a box of Kleenex. One of the big boxes, too. While I was still taking anti-depressants I never cried like this. The pills clamped down on the pain, shoved it violently away. This? This was a torrent. A Tsunami. You can't even SPELL how badly it hurt. I feel viciously beaten. Like one big bruise. I did the beating myself, absolutely. I have hard fists. Nika , elsewhere, you echoed Neil Gaiman's thought that fiction shouldn't be safe, and that if you affected your reader in any way then you'd done your job as a storyteller. I could see the theoretical correctness in your argument, but God, this wasn't what I expected out of this story.
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