Some day, this will be a "Last.fm/NetFlix/Amazon for web fiction"
(both original and fanfiction) where you can search
across many different hosting sites or rate what you've read and
get recommendations. However, life keeps throwing more urgent
projects my way, so I don't know when it'll be ready.
Voldemort only laughed. “Well, get up. What changes have you experienced?”
He unsteadily got to his feet. “Somehow I feel lighter. I suppose my bones have become like a birds. My vision is no different, but I distinctly felt my optic nerves being destroyed and re-grown again. I am guessing that would be better vision at night.” He twisted his neck to work out some of his residual pain and was surprised when it twisted all the way around. “And I appear to be able to stare at my own bum. If I were gay, that might be a nice arse.”
At The Hands of the Other, Chapter 3
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