Choirs of angels sing. Polished and posted.

The stats? 69 pages and roughly 26,000 words. Yike. Not exactly a nice, short, fluffy fic-a-thon piece. Me and my big mouth.

I can't wait to get back to Living History now, even though I suspect it's going to be celebrating its first birthday on August 8 at this point.

For the record, yeah, I kinda pegged this story to Moby Dick, one of my all-time favorite books. What? Don't look at me like that. You're talking to a sad little Hawthorne fangurl who kinda pegs her Xander and Faith characterizations off a Hawthorne template. Shut. Up. I am not so a geek. Come over here and say that, pal...

*ahem*

I'm really, really, really, really, really, really tired. And punch drunk.

Right. Now the end...

( Ishmael Sings of the White Whale, Part 3 and End )