Wow. I don't think I can really add to what everyone else said but...reading that was kind of like behing hit by a tidal wave of poetic prose, but in a good way. A really good way. I love fic that gives me a rush when I read it, that kind of heady feeling of being totally carried along by something. This did that, as did The Confessional. I love the way you are willing to go to the edge of an idea, a piece of imagery and then just go that little bit further, and make it work. The way that you take Angel all the way down into the dark, not shying away from it, but still make us care, even understand somehow. And the way that at the end there's a flicker of hope, redemption. And I love the structure, telling the story of his unlife through blood, which could have felt forced, but doesn't at all; and the fact that you did it all in second person -- good second person is definitely one of my writing kinks.

You probably gather from this that I get a little over excited about words sometimes, and I'm developing a serious addiction to your writing *g*