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Oh, this is going to get messy, is Orion working for Nos's mother?? And Orion is becoming tiresome....perhaps a hut in the Mojave Desert....

Then again, one needs permission if the property is privately owned, even if rented for events. Needless to say, just loving this story!!

Well...this interlude was anything but calm or quiet, and Runyan certainly proved to be a capable asset...If those two boys make it to the grandfathers, here's hoping the uncle had expired on the trail somewhere...it would be interesting to see them again. Now will the uncle come across them and not cause any trouble, best have one hand on the pistol when he's spotted... Where in the heck is Willy James, ahead or behind??? It may not have been an actual cliffhanger, but it was almost a trailside hanger.... Is it next Monday yet?

Thank you for this update, a fantastic chapter that had me glued to the computer....the tension was on par and had me nervously reading...well done !! Now, the man with the phone, while he was supposedly fiddling with is, was he taking pictures? Robert and Firestone should have asked to see his photo gallery...

Or maybe I am...

All I can say is no one has guessed correctly for my entry, looks like I am still in the witness protection program...

Well, the coming storm is a timely metaphor for Wyatt....Beau needs intensive therapy; actually, both he and Wyatt... Wyatt is driving himself into the ground with his workload; no wonder he snapped the other night... A lot to unpack in this chapter....and where is the 7mm, I assume it is a pistol..

Wow... My goodness, there exists in some a hate of loss of control that is unexplainable He turned towards Marco. "What happens?" Marco looked at him. "Between..." Christopher struggled to find words for something that had no ordinary language. "Between me." Marco understood immediately. His gaze drifted back towards the water. "I remain." Christopher frowned. "You mean..." "I don't die." The answer was simple. "I don't disappear." Another pause. "I keep living." Maelor is quite the piece of work; I find it hard to adequately describe him other than that he had to be insane... "There." Maelor spread one hand. "You hear it yourselves. Death does not frighten them. Execution is kindness." Silence. "It ends temptation. I ask for something harder. I ask the gods to save them." The younger priest frowned. "What alternative do you imagine?" Maelor smiled faintly. "Repentance." "They refuse it." "Today." He allowed the word to hang in the smoky air. "What of tomorrow?" No one spoke. "What of ten years hence? Fifty? A hundred?" His voice grew quieter still. "The dead cannot repent. The dead cannot seek forgiveness. Once the sword falls, judgement ends." He looked towards the ancient carvings that watched over the hall. "But the Binding does not end judgement." Several members of the council shifted uneasily. "It continues it." The eldest druid's brow furrowed. "You would condemn them without end." "I would grant them opportunity without end." The old man stared. "Endless opportunity."

All I got.....

To me, Dickoless' prostrations, to the contrary, were just that: a few crocodile tears of faux concern and friendship. I may have the timing wrong, but to display such concern and leave the rest of the week hanging until Sunday puzzles me... “No, you needed me, and I let you down.” He takes a deep breath. “But I don’t want to get into a stupid fight about it. What’s done is done. Now I just want to make it up to you. Forget what I said last week. I was wrong.” I blink at him. “You mean ... we should come out?” “No!” Nicholas looks at me like I’m insane. “Not that. The other thing I said.” “You’re opting out of Games again?” I say hopefully. “You’ll come back to Art?” Nicholas sighs impatiently, then laughs. “No, you goose. The stuff I said about us not hanging out. That was stupid. And I didn’t say, like, let’s never hang out again. This weekend, I am six hundred per cent here for you.” My heart balloons inside my chest. Nicholas is back. “Let’s meet up on Sunday morning,” he says. “Moxies Café, ten o’clock. Lattes and chocolate log on me.” I'm rooting for Sizzler Boy.....and Vicky, right on sister!!!

A fantastic point, but in the case of your death being manipulated through broken rituals, it would make me wonder if it isn't somehow messing with the preordained time and place of your ending, an interruption, as it were. I understand it could be argued it was part of the plan all along, but I feel it was an interference in the natural order.

Well...I was sold on buying the shirts... I could hardly say no, though Neil wasn’t keen. But a couple of days later he picked me up and we parked the bike near the high street. We found the right shirt on the second try—which wasn’t bad going. Neil had been exercised over the idea of trying shirts on, and had come equipped with a T-shirt which he was wearing as an undershirt. A very snug undershirt that did nothing to disguise what lay underneath! And I have to say Neil in black jeans and snug white T-shirt was a sight to behold. It was made even more so because he seemed oblivious to the effect he was having. I also had to look up numpty; it is now a part of my vocabulary!!! I wonder if Anne realizes what a fool she has been...seems to me to be as shallow as Uncle Edwin And with Evan's connections, there's bound to be someone who "sees" Neil's work...

Fantastic...great...more to read....seriously, thanks!

What a fantastic slate of authors, ooopps that lie I told about not entering just got exposed...🤔 I do know one for certain....I value what few brain cells I have left, which is an excuse for not having the slightest clue...

Thanks for mentioning this book, it is a new one to me, and now I have to read it... The Appointment in Samarra. - Search

Oh boy….what a walking disaster….obviously self medicating isn’t working…a nice tall glass of get over yourself is in order, and pull up the big boy pants…. This is going to be a very interesting ride….

That true love can last…..lifetimes…. Now lock the boy up till after the tide returns… This is some of your best work, I keep telling myself not to read the chapters until there’s a bunch to read, and fail miserably….

Thank you very much for this and showing a different slice of life… while not necessarily my cup of tea, I found this a fascinating read!

If the Tim saw the shooter at the elevator, how did he get into the building? If he has an access card, a report of cards used should identify by time and date access. If there was video at the entrance and public spaces, you could use the access card report to narrow the time down. Do the elevators require access card use, 24/7 or just after hours?

Knots……rigggghhhtttt! Fine," Andy murmured, a smile finally breaking through the Warlord's mask. "Show me your knots, Assistant Scoutmaster."

A friend of a friend told me about them...that's my story and I'm sticking to it, my friend is asking where you can buy cheap batteries....

This poor old vanalla gentleman was thinking, what's next after seeing somewhere, remote-controlled vibrating devices for insertion either in the back door, or for those of the other persuasion, the front door....Butt if you live long enough, y'all will learn all sorts of things...If using the locking one, have plenty of spare keys handy Vibrating Butt Plug | Remote Control Butt Plugs – eXtreme Restraints – Extreme Restraints

Sizzler Boy....Methinks Stew might be a tad like an airhead... vacuous comes to mind...What the hell is in Vicky's room, is inhabited by trolls or something? And dear old Mom, she is certainly hitting the bottle hard; this can't be good.... So the 'Girlfriend" has a spotty face, something is tickling the back of my noggin, and something is off here...