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					long fall of shadows by TWylan www.oocities.org/Area51/Realm/4039/prelude.html SYNOPSIS: The Xena Scrolls are stolen at some point. I think. But with three - or is it four? - generations of Pappas/Covingtons running about, it's all a little too confusing for this Ewok. (excerpt) Logan Carrey, Jr. reached down and grabbed the soft foot sliding sensuously beneath his pant leg. Under normal circumstances he would have rather enjoyed such attention from his fiancee in such a public setting. Unfortunately, her foot was as cold as ice. EWOK: Well, that's certainly an attention-getter of a first paragraph. Unfortunately, the subsequent witty banter of the first scene clunks like a SNL skit. Dare I continue reading? NANCY: Ohh, that's bizarre. From the opening lines I could have sworn the woman was dead! I was intrigued. Kept reading. Was disappointed to find that she was very much still breathing. EWOK: "Long Fall of Shadows" is getting more and more disappointing. The fact that the concept of spell checking does not appear to be within the writer's realm of experience is symptomatic. The fine art of contradiction shines in TWylan's story. (excerpt) Without a word, she wrapped her arms around Janice and held her tight. "Where the devil have you been?" Melinda asked, not letting go of the small woman. Maybe I'm misunderstanding the meaning of "without a word"? However, subtle exposition is definitely not this writer's strong point: (excerpt) Three years ago, she had given up her veterinary practice to pursue a career in photography, much to the dismay of her parents. To add insult to their injury, Melissa became an instant hit and was now one of the most sought after fashion and celebrity photographers in the country. The ironic part of the story was that it had been her pictures of Sylvester that had first gotten her noticed. We'll have to take your word on that, T. And then there are moments where exposition fails utterly: (excerpt) In her smooth, low voice, Alexa gave her a brief history on the Cauthen's and Carrey's, most of which fell on deaf ears. After the first sentence, Melissa had found herself hypnotized by the Marshal's eyes and effectively brain dead. NANCY: Eeep, Ewok. Anything you liked in here? (And why does this character change from Melissa to Melinda? Or are we just channelling Mel and Janice? I haven't read any so can't tell.) EWOK: I had hopes, really I did. But no. There's Melissa, who I *think* is UberGabby. There's Melinda, Ms Pappas, our beloved Southerner. There's Janice Covington. There's Kathryn Covington. There's Teresa Carrey. There's Danielle Taryn Cauthens. There's Alexa Cauthens. And only two physical archetypes between the lot of them. It's terribly confusing. I'm chucking in the towel. NANCY: <fat lady sings> It's all over. Perhaps you could volunteer as an editor to help out here? EWOK: Three. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to the sweat hut to cry.