Seeing Africa by huzzlewhat
I love Xander. Sweet, clumsy, funny Xander. He doesn’t get much credit for being a bonifide hero, but huzzlewhat does justice to him here, in a lovely story that finds Xander going solo, searching Africa for Slayers.
So he told them of a girl. He told them of a boy-wolf, and of a vampire with a soul. He told them of witches and ghosts and hyena spirits and invisible girls. And when the nights were very dark, and his face was hidden by shadows, he�d tell of a beautiful demon who had lived for vengeance, but who had been made human and forgotten everything she�d learned, forgotten that men are cruel. But every story always included a girl who was given powers beyond human strength, dreams beyond human knowledge. Sometimes he could feel the stories as if they were happening all over again, and then he�d tell of how the girl gave her life to a hellgod to save the world, because on those nights he knew he could tell the story as it deserved. When he finished, he would always ask if they had ever heard such stories, if they had ever heard of such girls.
Boys! Raise Giant Mushrooms in Your Cellar! by Julad
Growing up around Clark, told from Pete’s point of view. Very funny.
Anyway, I had a three hour foot massage today—the cost was about ten dollars. What a deal. My feet are currently in heaven.