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A fantastic interview that puts some things in perspective...

For good or bad, both Pit and Blake have been noted as rising young stars in His Majesty's service...

Ah.....Lt Perposterious...hoisted by his own petard...and for dealing with the enemy, to be hanged...

So very true.....

Curiouser and curioser...

Someone needs to slip a shiv quietly in Theodore's back on a dark night...

Things that make one go hummm....

Her years of living an isolated life haven't hardened her soul...

She is spreading the wealth and doing good with her blood money...

Overconfidence is a deadly companion....

I sense troubling predicaments up ahead...

Or off-kilter?

Myself as well, and Grand ma-maw is trouble as well, her "pedigree' undoubtly means she has connections, are they enough to gum up the works?

Was there enough left of the bodies to get visible DNA samples to confirm identities???

When the urge is stronger than common sense, I tend to think of it as social evolution...a corollary to Darwin's theory...

In defense of Jessy, is it murder if it was done to save his own life? I also remember he did it because he was pissed at them; in this case, no sympathy....

One hopes that after all of this, they aren't forced to go back or caught and taken back...

Hope, one of the strongest emotions of all... Thought we’d find you hiding,” Cedric grinned, breathless. “Come on. There’s a wishing lantern with your names on it.” “We don’t—” Ailin began, but Cedric shook his head. “No pressure. Just… walk with us?” Lysander offered his hand. Not in command, but in invitation. And something inside Ailin finally said: You are allowed. He reached for Jaren’s fingers first.

Just love the way this story is evolving!!!

Herein possibly lies the answer??? They sat with that for a while. The room dimmed, only the quiet hum of servers and distant rift pulses outside. Ash finally spoke. “This isn’t just about strategy anymore. This is personal. Philosophical. If we move with hate, we give them hate. If we move with guilt, we create guilt.” Elias added, “And if we move with love?”

Welcome to the darkside....

From your keyboard to God's ears.... Perhaps one of you infamous 18-wheelers could do the job... I've never partaken of either, gave up Mickey D's years ago, but the Kentucky Fried Colonel has blackmail worthy pics of me, someone I resemble very closely... At least he didn't forever change a Rembrandt or two with Sharpies... And the following was just so spot on...Jack, get your head out of your backside and make the call... “So, as part of that promise,” she said carefully, “I did something. I made a few calls. Sent a few emails. And… I found your grandmother.” Jack blinked, caught mid-breath. “My… Nana?” “She’s in Seattle,” Mom said. “She’s been wanting to be a part of your life for a long time, but your parents wouldn’t allow it.” His whole body jerked as if the words had physically hit him. “She’s alive?” he whispered. “Yes,” Mom said gently, eyes steady on his. “And she’s thrilled at the idea of hearing from you.” I watched Jack freeze, every muscle wound tight like he didn’t know whether to run or collapse. His lips parted, but no sound came out. For a second, he looked so young – like the boy he must have been when all those lies were planted inside him. “I thought… I thought she didn’t want me,” he said finally, his voice breaking on the words. “That’s what they always said. That she didn’t want anything to do with me.”

Thanks for sharing this…makes me wanna…

Wow……

Our poor little man-child Frank, aware and yet not…