RowanD's Battlestar Galactica Fic:


The end of the world came without announcement or invitation, and human warmth
transformed to society's most precious commodity...






'Til the End of Days -- "Then she's alone, and her lips taste like steel." -- D'Anna's last days on Earth - NC-17 Text File

The Powers That Be -- "He was supposed to see her safely home." Text File

Hands -- "Too many cracks in the carefully constructed compartments between who she once was,
and who she needed to be."
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