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My Audio Recordings
Works are by Firerose, unless otherwise stated. Recorded for [community profile] amplificathon 2012 & *[community profile] podfic_bingo 2012

Dalemark
The End is Where We Start From - mp3 | zip | stream (6.6 MB; 7 min 02s)
The Three Ages of Mitt - mp3 (1.0 MB; 1 min 03s)*

Earthsea
The Daughters of Karekh - mp3 | zip (5.4 MB; 5 min 44s)
The Eaten One, by [personal profile] daegaer - mp3 | stream (5.6 MB; 6 min 01s)*
Elemental - mp3 | zip (3.6 MB; 3 min 58s)
Of Thistles and Fir Cones - mp3 | zip (9.1 MB; 9 min 43s)
The Veins of the Forest, by [personal profile] ellen_fremedon - mp3 | zip | stream (21.5 MB; 23 min 28s)

Crossovers
A Handful of Dust - mp3 | zip (2.0 MB; 2 min 12s) (Earthsea/Harry Potter)
On Boxes - mp3 | zip (1.1 MB; 1 min 12s) (Earthsea/Doctor Who)
On the Long Memory of Dragons - mp3 | zip (1.0 MB; 1 min 06s) (Earthsea/ The Hobbit)

Recordings by Others
The Dragon Year - mp3 - recorded by [personal profile] luzula (Earthsea)
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The Lion's Roar (ao3)
Earthsea by Ursula Le Guin
Summary: A slightly tongue-in-cheek look at the early days of Lebannen & Seserakh's marriage. Part of 'The Lion & the Rowan' series

The feasting was over, the last of the wedding guests had set sail and Lebannen felt a weight lift from his heart that he’d hardly known was there. The wedding of king and princess lay behind them: the joys of marriage, of being man and wife, stretched ahead. And joyful it was—for the first month or so. When his wife began to look tired in the mornings, and her cream skin faded to the colour of clouds, Lebannen put it down to her being with child. He waited for her to say something, and felt hurt, just a little, as the days passed and she said nothing. Not for the first time, he wished for the council of his mother, dead these two years now. Then he remembered the last piece of advice Tenar had given him before she’d gone back to Gont. ‘Never let shame spoil your happiness,’ she’d said.
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Hail fellow children's lit lover! Thank you for writing for me! This letter assumes you want to know more about my preferences -- if you'd rather work just from the assigned characters be assured that I'm fascinated by all of them.

General tastes )

Prompts for Dalemark, Earthsea, Power of Three )
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Summary: Havnor City, the largest city in the world... It's nearly 200 years since Lebannen came to the throne and his kingdom's on the brink of disaster. The king's mad, his heir's missing and when newly reinstated Officer Bittern investigates, he soon starts tripping over corpses

Author's note: This novel-in-progress owes almost as much of a debt to Raymond Chandler as it does to Ursula Le Guin. I thank Jay Tryfanstone, Miss Morland & Northland for advice & editing. All infelicities are my own.

Chapter 5: The Little Sister (ao3)
‘There’s a royal princess outside for you. I’ve tried telling her to wait for the chief to come back, but she’s insisting she’ll only talk to you.’

Must have made quite an impression last night, I thought. I laced my shirt up at the neck and fisted the sleep out my eyes and spat on my fingers and dragged them through my hair. The lieutenant stood there wearing a face like she’d got words stuck between her teeth.
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Summary: Havnor City, the largest city in the world... It's nearly 200 years since Lebannen came to the throne and his kingdom's on the brink of disaster. The king's mad, his heir's missing and when newly reinstated Officer Bittern investigates, he soon starts tripping over corpses

Author's note: This novel-in-progress owes almost as much of a debt to Raymond Chandler as it does to Ursula Le Guin. I thank Jay Tryfanstone, Miss Morland & Northland for advice & editing. All infelicities are my own.

Chapter 3: The Big City
Havnor City, the largest city in the world. A million people were crammed into its six square miles, they said, though barely half appeared on the Ministry’s books. (ao3)

Chapter 4: Too Many Princes
CHOP shared a place with CHOSS down by the Old Docks, five minutes from Half Moon Street and no more than half a mile from the university as the seagull flies across the bay. Lebannen the Great had obviously been hot on law enforcement because it was one of the biggest, grandest, most over-decorated buildings in a city full of big grand over-decorated buildings. (ao3)
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Summary: Havnor City, the largest city in the world... It's nearly 200 years since Lebannen came to the throne and his kingdom's on the brink of disaster. The king's mad, his heir's missing and when newly reinstated Officer Bittern investigates, he soon starts tripping over corpses

Author's note: This novel-in-progress owes almost as much of a debt to Raymond Chandler as it does to Ursula Le Guin. I thank Jay Tryfanstone, Miss Morland & Northland for advice & editing. All infelicities are my own.

Chapter 2: The Ice Maiden
My new boss handed me a miniature of an olive-skinned kid with a long narrow nose and the solemn expression of a goat cornered in a flowerbed. ‘This is the best picture of the prince we’ve been able to find,’ he said. I’d never clapped eyes on the prince but his ugly mug had frowned up at me from countless plates of corn chips at the Crown & Anchor down the docks. (ao3)
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First of all, a heartfelt thank you for writing for me. I'm sure I'll adore whatever you give me! This letter just gets longer every time I write it, so do cut loose now if detail makes you anxious. More information, if you're interested, under the cut )

Prompts: Earthsea, Philip Marlowe, Wives and Daughters )
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Summary: Havnor City, the largest city in the world... It's nearly 200 years since Lebannen came to the throne and his kingdom's on the brink of disaster. The king's mad, his heir's missing and when newly reinstated Officer Bittern investigates, he soon starts tripping over corpses

Author's note: This novel-in-progress owes almost as much of a debt to Raymond Chandler as it does to Ursula Le Guin. I thank Jay Tryfanstone, Miss Morland & Northland for advice & editing. All infelicities are my own.

Chapter 1: The Missing Prince
The first thing I noticed that night, the night this whole mess started, was that the chief looked exhausted, even more exhausted than I felt. ‘Bittern,’ he said. That’s my name all right. ‘Good,’ he said. And that’s where he went wrong. Nothing good ever started from being woken in the middle of the night by a couple of goons and dragged up to the palace for questioning. (ao3)
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A response to an [livejournal.com profile] earthsea_fic challenge, taking 'A' & the quotation from TS Eliot's 'The Journey of the Magi'. The first line was inspired by the end of The Other Wind, but Serenissima got there before me with her lovely Seasons in the Archipelago. It also borrows an idea from my Of Thistles and Fir Cones, though should make sense alone.

One day Ged went for a walk in the forest and never returned )
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Drabble & a half, loosely for my prompt 'Everyone is the hero of their own story. Even Kossil' in the Earthsea Fiction LJ Ficathon 2009

Kossil learns )
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Written for Miss Morland's prompt 'Tenar/Flint, pre-Tehanu: How much does Flint know about his wife's former life as a priestess? Do they ever talk about it?' in the Earthsea Fiction LJ Ficathon 2009

Flint can no more comprehend his wife of a week than talk to a dragon. Four loosely linked vignettes )
Fiction in a range of rare fandoms

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