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Not to mention view screens...

Might be best to end the bleeding and pain and let the property go...you can only bail; so much water...

Well, it did somewhat, but belied the fact that up to this point, Renalto was a 'free agent'...I can't see him as a "lakey" to the diminished pseudo Lord Valium...or was that sominex???

So many frigging possibilities, I have to wonder if the following contains the moment Hugo is searching for.. "I... I have my watch," Wojciech stammered, his voice laced with the terror that was now a cold, hard knot in his gut. "The moment I see you hurt him, the moment I see... I press it. You lose." Dottie smiled, a cold, clinical curve of her lips. She gestured to the man with the rifle. "Please, Mister Miller, be so kind as to remind Mister Wojciech of my intentions." She stated pointedly, a flash of something in her eyes, a flicker of something far more cruel than a simple show of force. The man with the rifle, a grim figure with a military haircut, tapped Stoker on the side of his head with the barrel of his gun A hollow, metallic sound that echoed in the silent lounge. Stoker flinched, his body tensing, but his head remained bowed. To me, the sound the gun barrel makes when tapping the side of Stoker's head seems off, more than likely I am wrong, I leave that to @drpaladin to explain.. Which leaves me to wonder what did happen when Stoker stepped off the chair to hang himself... I can't buy the following completely either... "This isn't going to kill Stoker," the Fiddler said, his voice a low, intimate whisper that carried no malice, only the cold, unyielding truth. "No. The streams will reset, and he will be alive again, back in his prison, waiting. The real death, my dear Hugo, is going to be yours. It will be the slow, agonizing death of your soul. A beautiful, brilliant mind like yours will not be able to bear the weight of a thousand failures. The grief will curdle into a bitter, resentful rot. You will become numb. You will become hard. The raw, human emotion that makes you you, that makes you love so fiercely, will wither and die. And in its place, a cold, calculating machine, a machine that is willing to sacrifice anything, to pay any price, to win a game of its own design, will take hold." Time for some more cold medicine...

The Riot Horns aren't the only mangy cast of characters in this story, what an eclectic group of heroes going against the darkness...

How do you hunt someone from a different dimension, let alone find out how to get there???

This one hit hard...

The spark has been lit, and some upcoming poetry to fan the flames...

My goodness...could you send Owen my way???

Valerius must be reduced to the outhouse servant, at the very least, and Renalto must become lord over the vampires. Mother must appear at the next carnival as an attraction at the dunk tank for starters, she must never be able to use magic in any form in perpetuity... This is me being magnanimous...not cruel...somewhat kind...yea, that's it!!! BTW...thank you for sharing this with us....

Hoo boy...it looks like Lt Egocentric has taken a step too far, the crew will remember as well as he should. I would suspect that others of the same rank with more seniority, or a superior officer, will be marking his time and performance of duties...

I'm just about finished with mine; my muse has been on steroids...

My timestream is all messed up this morning, how bout one of those machines that beat the crap out of Hugo???

It's about time!!! I had a similar experience like this once, I walked into a woman-only biker bar... and me being a preppy twink... “Your powers are evolving too fast,” Quinn said quietly. “And your bodies are struggling to keep up.” He tapped Ash’s scan. “Your gravitational cortex is overloading your vestibular system. You’re getting spatial disorientation—equivalent to violent vertigo.”

If you turn this into a larger story, I just might run out of clean underpants...

No moss growing under Bix's feet!!!

Looking forward to this...

Ice has been broken, next time there's so much more you can do....

Would it be asking too much to have the piano Stoker and Hugo are having sex on to fall on Dottie?? Ooops...wrong movie again, these cold meds are playing tricks I tell ya!!!

Nice job....and thanks for the info...shouldn't you be working on Book 3??? As mother would have said...no rest for the wicked or the weary...😉

I think it's perhaps for each reader to decide...and make of it what one will... Kudos to Jason, no files on him at this moment...simply eye-opening... “Is it that bad?” Jimmy asked, concerned for his friend. “Bad,” Jayson said patting Jimmy’s hand. “But that isn’t for me to talk about, you need to get him to open up to you. Are you tough enough to give him the time he needs?” Jayson paused. “Even though it might never happen?”

@Seraph28, Mr G was put into an uncomfortable position by the skank called Karen; he had no choice, his job is also on the line... Hopefully Jonah learns a lesson or twenty. That Nick is going to meet this head-on is interesting, and with Christian and the student body... Jack is the one I worry about. If he is sent home, I'm not sure he could survive...Fortunately, there are pictures of his back and the damage done...I consider that to be their ace card...the photos will have a time stamp, not much the parental units can argue against... Hoping this doesn't take another 23 chapters to resolve...

My thoughts exactly, given the difference in ages, did she have an affair and a baby as a result? Time to clear the graveyard, hit the historical society, and or the newspapers for their records as to that time period....