the ghost and the harlot

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The Ghost Inside
Tonight Alive
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anonymous asked:

Best completed fics that aren't one-shots?

This Place I Call Home

Scars

The Crime of Love

Little Bird and The Colour of Fire

In A Cage of Stone

There’s a Possibility

The Vow of Silence

Lines

Unexpected Gifts

Kiss the Girl Series

The poor man!

Sandor Come Home

The Unpaid Debt

If you want to hold me

Awakening

Spies

Look At Me

Blue and Red Lights Series

The Prophecy

True Love’s Ink

Avalanche

The First Day of Spring

Alpha

The Second Assistant

The Second Assistant: The Sequel

The exchange

Something to Worship

Un-wedding with a non-Ser

The Tale of Two Sisters and a Hound

Super-Massive Black Hole

The Lady of the Gift

Childhood Is The Kingdom Where Nobody Dies

Wait For Me

There’ll Be Some Changes Made

Mummers’ Show

The Art of Seduction

This Place I Call Home

Frozen Soul 

Gravedigger

Rendezvous in the Vale Series

A Red Winter

Kiss of the Blade

Wet

The Art of Seduction

My Featherbed

So long as I have this

Sevenmas

Under the Dornish Sun

Party Animals

A Fate Worse Than Fire

Things preserved and things lost

Ink & Roses

The Song

Maslowian Needs

These Scars We Wear

And suddenly, everything was different

Hide and Seek

The Bird and Her Beast Sansan Beauty and Beast AU

Winter, thy enemy, thy friend

In A Cage of Stone

Wolfgirl

Dances in the Sea

Wolf’s Blood

Fire to the Bed I’ve Made

What Dreams May Come

The Calling 

The Reason is You

Nobody’s Woman

Wild at Heart

Gravedigger (won’t you dig my grave?)

Don’t Look Back

Lost Little Bird

Camp Follower

The Ghost of You

Winter Roses

The Harlot and the Hound

Serpentine

just nothing

a feather floats
above a horrid
claw

a funeral
swallows the sun
as the interlude of time
strays into the mossy hill

a poem
no one hears
shrieks in grief

the craft of the word
the daytime napping -

the
solitary
walk of ghosts -

the gnarly
mojo of wolves
stalking the moon -

these are
the harlots
of a decayed
city’s phallus

i know
a truth
that hangs in
on the inside out …

lordly violence
is the betrayal
of authenticity … and …

somehow
the lithe
songs
grow
cold
as
this soul crinkles
into nothing … just nothing.