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What do you do when a carefully crafted plan gets the ending all wrong? Or in this case, possibly all right?

Marvelous...simply marvelous and a real hoot to read!!!

How much longer will the pressure last before it explodes???

What can they learn from the following... When it was over, they stood amid the ash. Sirens wailed. Civilians cried. The attackers—those who hadn’t fled—lay unconscious. But there was no victory.

Time for the crew to start their own agency....F'ck em!!! Almost forgot Robbie...what a mess....

All I can say is Jimmy must have testimonals the size of naval oranges... My first concert was 3 Dog Night in the old Boston Garden, and I managed to see The Doobie Brothers just before they made it big with a kid from work.

Why is Nelson/Eddie smiling....

Cruella is finding out that all good things are coming to her and her poor car...And another successful trip to the hospital...

A fantastic day for the three of them...

Just back from an early morning run to the local grocery/supermarket and noticed on the way Halloween decorations in a couple of yards and all sorts of bite-sized candy for sale at the store!!! Talk about a timely setting of the mood!!!

Is that because of a second book???

The lynching comes if you leave the ending of book 1 with a non-essential cliffhanger and don't follow with book 2 ASAP...could get ugly...just sayin sorr....

I suppose it's only fair... Jack took a deep breath and squeezed Matt’s hand tight, “I’m going to break up with my girlfriend…” Matt smiled and rolled his eyes, “okay fine, me too. I guess that’s the right thing to do after you suck a dick…” They giggled.

I shudder to think what would be called the great white whale

I think Stoker just has to want/need the Aggregate of Matter for the orb to appear, and if they are both pushed, he will... He looked up at the woman standing at the foot of the bed, ethereal, unreal, like a ghost. She stood like she had in the trial for the Aggregate of Matter, balancing the small orb of light on the palm of her hand as she extended it to him. “Go away,” Stoker snarled, tightening his arms around Wojceich as he glared. “I dun want nutin’ t’do withs you.” The figure remained, standing with the offer. “Ain’t you lot dun enough?” Stoker stared her down. “Look at ‘im, what are y’gonna do about ‘im? Y’ did this, y’an’ yer stupid magic, I ain’t takin’ it, y’hear me, get lost!” It shimmered and vanished, as in a far mirror a young boy fiddled a silent tune, smiling wolfishly as he watched. Who is the young fiddler boy? Dottie needs to fall prey to one of the Marine robots or stalkers...

And to be honest, there's so much more to look at, touch, fondle, hold....

There just sooo many ways this could go sideways, and like a slow motion car crash, I'm along for the ride...

I'm not sure I could have kept my foot on the brake,,,yowzer....oh and someone should tell Leon Allendes to take the cat off his head...

It will be interesting to see how Killian gets out of this predicament; however, I want to know more about Finn and Marco...

If I fell for Hugo, I can't wait to meet Will....

I'm wondering if there is to be a battle after all that just went on...I do wonder why Renalto simply doesn't end the vampire lord?

Why am I not surprised?? I forget, how old is Rory and do his parents still have a responsibility to him? Loved the following and the usage... It was Matthew’s turn to grin. “That you weren’t telling porkies!”

Things that make you go hummm.... “Psychological evaluations and money, sure.” Quen grunted. “I’d have the time and nerves, but definitely not the money. Especially since I…” He trailed off, chewing on his words, and finally pointed down. “So you want to have the surgery after all?” He half nodded, half shrugged. “I don’t want to spend the next thirty years as miserable as the last ones. I have to start somewhere to come to terms with myself. But I don’t have money for anything.” He still didn’t want to look at me, and by now his posture was tense.