Any more? Oh, "Art in the Blood". Okay.

love it

That killed me in the most wonderful, torturous way

I don't know how many times I've read this, but I'm never going to get sick of it. Thank you so much for writing it. This fic is probably the one that inspired me to write a character that is a painter, so thank you!

oh wow. this is absolutely amazing!

Awesome!

I was a bit sceptic, UNTIL I read the first sentence (The story is some of the best I've read, and I LOVE reading). As an artist I actually recognise a lot of what you wrote, especially the agony of "the block", as I call it, you know writer's block for artists. However the end, hate you for it, BUT it was soo worth it.

Love it!

I hate you.

Transcendent. My relationship with this story is not hate or love... It is the agony used to describe Sherlock's parents. There is beauty in this which overwhelms my mind.
Thank you.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHH! Holy fuck. As an artist, I am absolutely in the detail, colors and depth of this fanfiction. This is a-fucking-MAZING. I can not wait to read the sequel. God, I wish I was as good as an artist as you described Sherlock to be.

Love it!
Update soon!
Eternal Cat Moon

To me it had always been words that resonated. Everything and anything could be written with words. Words that danced though the air and swirled away capturing those moments in time more fleeting than a wish. For the longest time though I wouldn't see those words, couldn't feel them flowing through me anymore, couldn't grasp them in my hand as they danced before my eyes as it was so blank. Like the world had been drowned in grey and I felt so cold. I never thought I would ever see them again. Never let the words whisper and curl around me... but this changed me. Brought me life in death and I’m alive again. I don't know whether to laugh or cry or just... just ... Thank you, thank you so very much.

This was one of the most beautifully written awe-inspiring pieces of writing I have read. It made me want to cry, partly because the images you were creating were so amazing they made me really quite emotional. Don't stop writing. I'm almost speechless at just how good this was.

Tam: *struggles to form words* Bah...uhh...hahhh...mahhh..
Sally: *steps back* Guys, get Sherlock.
Anderson: *grumbles* Why? He never does anything worth -
Sally: *freaks* NOW!
Anderson: *makes a girly squeak and runs off* Okay, okay, I'm going!
Tam: *twitches*
Sally: *gulps* Wadda we do, John?
John: *blinks* You're asking me? Sherlock's the genius, not me.
Sally: *glares* Yeah, but you live with him. Fix her, before she goes all fasngirl on us.
Latrade: *sighs* Too late.
Tam: *fangirls* GAHHH, SHERLOCK AS AN ARTIST! *does dance* Best day EVER!
Sally: *winces at her pitched tone* Watson, now!
John: *huffs* I can't...waaiiitt...*whipes out a Sherlock plushie* Taaammm, lok what I have.
Tam: *pauses* A Sherlock plushie? Gimme, gimme!
John: *holds it out of reach* Not until you do a proper review.
Sally: *scoffs* Like she's ever done that before.
Tam: *pouts* I have so! I just stopped.
Sally: *groans* Why?
Tam: *giggles* Boring.
John: *wiggles plushie* Come on, Tam, be a good girl and review.
Tam: *folds arms and sticks out lip* Fine, but I won't like it.
John: *grins* Sure, Tam, whatever you say.
Tam: *glares* Meany...

1) Oh my goodness, Sherlock's an artist. My dreams have just come true (well, on of them anyway). He was so sweet, and bright, and crazy (but in a good way...the kind that most genius' have). I loved him to bits, the little dearling. You're writing style did this story such justice.

2) I'm so glad Sally wasn't as mean to Sherlock in this fic. It always bugged me that she was in the series. This Sally is much more likeable and kind (though she still has some spark of the series Sally). Me like. Me like a lot.

3)My, oh my, all those questions at the end. What happened to Sherlock? Why's there no record of him working with Lastrade (did Jim erase it all, to discredit all his good deeds?)? What does that waterfall thing mean? Does John suceed in finding Jim and killing him? Is Sherlock faking his death, like in the series? And, WHY DID YOU END IT THERE?! Man, I'm going to have to read this companion fic now.

All in all? Awesome story. *favorites* Thakns for posting this on FF.

Tamuril2