I'm rereading my Juvenalia Epic of DOOM. Large chunks of this hold up surprisingly well--then we hit some gratuitous shirt removal. I miss my hot fantasy boys sometimes. The hottest, at least, safely fled to TDC and TBP.
I wish this story was salvageable, but alas. And I think Isyllt would murder me in my sleep if I tried to send her back to the world where she's 19, with no awesome necromantic powers, government expense account, or black leather.