| Reviews for In From the Cold |
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  Guest 2019 chapter 1 . 8/14/2019 Thanks for such a good story. |
 ElshaSnape chapter 3 . 2/28/2018 Wonderful story. |
| Guest chapter 3 . 2/28/2018 I loved this. |
| Guinevere chapter 1 . 12/21/2017 Don't know if you will see this review. If you do, please write a follow-up. Perhaps she ends up pregnant. Does she have trouble contacting Jareth? Could be fun? |
| Guest chapter 3 . 4/4/2016 Awesome! I loved it! The depth of the characters was great. Was so sad it had to end. Please write more! |
| GodlyJewel chapter 3 . 8/15/2014 Now this was really cute. I love it when Jareth is in his owl form. It's hard to be mad at such a cute little feathery puffball. Of course, his snarky arrogance is part of his charm, but I still think his owl form holds all the cuteness. I hope he and Sarah can be together again, but a) Jareth needs to reclaim his kingdom, and b) Sarah has a bit more growing up to do (mostly so Jareth doesn't get marked a pedophile). Thanks for the great story! |
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| Sallafe K chapter 3 . 5/21/2010 :D That was pretty cute. Keep it up! |
| Kattie chapter 3 . 11/17/2009 I liked the story a lot, it was very good. Indeed, one of the best Labyrinth fanfics I've read here. For a moment I was confused about Sarah flushing the key, but I think I understand it now. And, hm...I think no sequels are needed here. We don't get to know if they meet again or not, but I think it's one of the reasons your story is so good. It's not exactly a happily ever after, but it's still a happy end, and pretty sweet, and we can have faith, like Sarah. Plus, isn't a slight, playful suspense refreshing? ;) And Sarah will know that it was true when she stops bleeding. XD |
| beyondjaded chapter 3 . 10/11/2009 Was there ever a sequel for this? It's so awesome and I totally have one running through my head already, but I'd rather read the official one if it exists. |
| tichtich2 chapter 3 . 9/30/2009 WOW this was really good :D i think you sould do a sequel :P altho im kind confued with the fact sarah flushed the key now she'll never know if he was real or not !1 o well jst let me no if you do do a seuel i would be much abliged :D and happy to review it also :P intill then *bows* Chow! TichTich2 |
| Midnight's Queen chapter 3 . 12/29/2008 I think that your story was well written, had a good plot, had many fetails, and I am sure that I will be reading it again and again. It is a wonderful story. |
| magialuna chapter 3 . 11/5/2008 This story is quite beautiful. I really enjoyed it very much. I think there is a very fine line when writing Jareth and Sarah.. how to show regret or guilt on one of their parts to allow them to be likeable as a character but not allow that emotion to become whiny and grating. You did an exceptionally fine job of this. Your characters are very real; Sarah's expressions of confusion and constant questioning (SO her), and Jareth retaining his correct mode of speech and being somewhat vague when he answers her. Thank you so much for a wonderful story. -Clare |
| Closet Chocoholic chapter 3 . 10/15/2008 Please please please write a sequel! :) |
| FilmFlam chapter 3 . 9/4/2008 This is one of the finest pieces I have encountered on here. I truly mean that. Excellently written, nicely conceived, and well realized. I adore the imagery of the handprint on the window. I actually sat back and thought (with a little twinge of jealousy) how did you think of something so simply good as an owl in a snowstorm and a mysterious and alarming human handprint on the window? For some reason, it struck me so. You are an impressive writer in perfect meaning of the word. Gauranga and cheers all round! |
