Fenris, Anders, and Hawke are pulled along the thread of causality -- and caught in a web of blood, sex, and horror.

Okay. First. This is NOT a shiny, happy, fluffy fic. It's dark, it has warnings, it has those warnings for good reasons.

If you can handle it, though, I think you should read it.

This is the story of a Blood Mage Hawke, how she got to be that way, and the consequences of that decision, and others.

That out of the way, allow me to tell you why this is one of my favorite fics. When I first heard about this fic, the third (and last) bit was what I got, and it made little to no sense, and I knew I was missing stuff. But ...

I don't want to spoil it, but it's in the tags, so I may as well.

The hunger demon. The hunger demon, oh my god, you guys. He's creepy, and ominous, and genuinely demony. And the way he's written. I'm in the middle of writing a fic involving a demon, myself, and I pray, I can only pray that my demon is but a pale imitation. I love him. I love the hunger demon. Don't get me wrong, it's not JUST the demon. That's just the part that first grabbed me by the lapels and compelled me to go back to the first story and read the whole series so I wouldn't miss a single thing.

And with that bit of flailing about and squee'ing, the link: http://archiveofourown.org/series/106886