Dustfinger´s POV of that one night, when it all started. He remembers the rain, the sky, the candleflame and Meggie´s face.

At night, Dustfinger sits near a fire and contemplates his fate his thoughts of this world, of his home and what he feels like, trapped in a strange place which he may never ge able to leave again.

A brief view of the world through the eyes of Dustfinger, through his heart.Short, full of pain and sad. Full of longing and despair, of fire and the cold.

Nobody likes Charlie Brown—that's what he's always thought. But is it really true?

Dustfinger beckoned the White Women to him, called them with the flames, so that they could bring the boy back. oneshot

OneShot. At the end of Inkspell, Dustfinger trades himself to the White Women for Farid's life. Now Dustfinger must perform for an eternity for his ghostly audience.

It is cold in Venice, and yet someone still walks the streets...[Oneshot]

[Inkspell] And he realized now the truth the old man had written for him. It was not that Gwin would be his downfall, but that he would die for love.

Rain fell that night, a fine, whispering rain... Sound familiar? What ran through Dustfinger's head as he stood outside the Folchart's house on the night when nine years' worth of memories and fears resurfaced?

Just a short poem I made from my favorite line of Inkspell.

One-shot fic. How did the other Ducks learn about Hans' death? How did they react? Written in Connie's POV.

COMPLETE. Connie realizes how much she's changed and how much she's lost during the last four years with the Ducks. A little ficlet bred from insomnia and a rotten mood.

Julie's thoughts during the final shootout in D2.

A Mighty Ducks story. Gordon Bombay’s thoughts during D2 as he lay on the ice, and the consequences of his injury.