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Oh my God. There is Dark is Rising fandom. They have Will/Bran slash...

I don't know why I find this so very disturbing. I am the one who had the utterly pervy thought of setting Cimorene up with Morwen, or Alianora, or Mary Sue, Princess of the Dragon in the Next Cave Over. And at least the Will/Bran folks wait for their heroes to visit each other at the age of eighteen, most of the time.

It may be that I just can't think of Will Stanton as hot. In the books, he's a boy of eleven or twelve who just happens to have a secret life as an Old One, wizard and keeper of secret knowledge. Neither the eleven-year-old boy nor the ancient Old One seem at all interested in sex. (Bran, on the other hand, has a rather attractive mysteriousness.)

Also, any plotline that includes, by necessity, Will remembering and Bran forgetting the events through Silver on the Tree irritates me deeply. I hated the ending to Silver.

Summer's Men by Kest, which has Will and Bran meeting eight years after Silver, isn't too bad. The writing is not Susan Cooper-perfect, and the name of Bran's new dog, Lloegr, is translated to mean "England". This is wrong on many levels. In the Arthurian cycle, Lloegr is the name for Arthur's kingdom, which encompassed the land now thought of as England; it was then occupied by the Britons, the people who are now called Welsh. The Angles and Saxons, having defeated the Britons, pushed them to the border of the island of Britain, and the Britons pine for their lost sovereignty to this day. Nevertheless, the story is all right, and there's an entertaining hint at a Merriman/Arthur pairing.

Midsummer's Country by Ashura (sadly a work in progress) is a much stronger piece. In an alternate universe, Bran follows his father to the back of the North Wind, and then discovers it's not that interesting. The author has obviously read the Mabinogion texts, and the story is richer for it. A sample:

In the evenings, they told stories. They were old stories, and everyone already knew them, but it seemed they never tired of reliving them. Even the jokes were the same—Owein would begin, and Kei would interrupt him, and they would bicker like children, egging each other on until Arthur told them to get on with it. Gwenwhyvar and Laudine would look at each other and roll their eyes, and sit in the warm, comfortable chairs by the fire pretending that they were thoroughly entranced with hearing the same tales of their knights-errant for the tenth night in a row, and Olwen would laugh and toss her hair and play a small harp beneath it all.
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