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But of course... “There is no rest for you. I seek another artefact.

How much longer is this going to drag out between the two of them?

Pitt and Blake need a room at the inn once in Antigua, or the captain's cabin once the ship is emptied...My greatest fear is that once alone, they will spontaneously combust...

So true...and to think he was a suspect in the first story... Even if Dust came to the conclusion that there was no real point in trying to teach me, he wouldn't just push me aside. He wasn't that kind of person. The realization that I had found a friend came slowly, but it gave me hope. After ten years of torment, I deserved that, didn't I?

I think that time is now... He nodded. “We’ll keep you safe. And one day, we’ll make them pay.”

Wise words... Joel, just don’t shy away from little truths either, they carry more weight than you know.”

This is a twist worthy of a Hitchcock movie.....

There's curious subtlety in all of this... “Ain’t it uncomfortable, like?” Stoker mused, thinking on the kimono and the hair. “An’ that make up, would ‘ave to take bleedin’ ages to put on. I never got women fer that. Like, it looks so painful all that pluckin’, preenin’ an’ wotnot.” ******************* From the previous chapter... “Refugees!” Sinjin beamed, the smile returning in full force. “Have you a guesthouse? My sister Madam Woo has a lovely one…” The Bride paled noticeably, her eyes widening in alarm. “Oh not Madam… Sinjin, not her… please?” “That would be lovely,” Wojciech smiled his gratitude at Sinjin, completely oblivious to the Bride’s desperate expression. Behind Sinjin’s back the Bride was desperately trying to signal NO to Wojciech, a series of frantic hand gestures and widened eyes. Sinjin ignored her, and reached for the telephone. “I will call ahead. You should fetch your Stoker-cun, and make good haste, I think she serves supper soon and you really shouldn’t miss it.” With the boys making haste to the guest house and eating, Sinjin must be a master manipulator to effect the change to his sister so effortlessly...And what power play is Dottie attempting??? Sinjin retrieved the envelope and slid it across. “With them it could be anything. I worry about the increased interest they are taking in all of our lives. Ever noticed that we’ve all become Americans in their eyes?” He glanced at the Bride, a knowing look in his eyes. “No offense.” She looked up from her cards. “Oh I agree with you.” She shook her head, a grim expression on her face. “We Americans try not to hold that you're foreign against you… well at least not for a few more years.” “Every society has its rules,” Wojciech mused as he opened the envelope. “Social contract and … those… things…” He slowed and lost his thoughts as he read. The letter was formal, printed on heavy paper with an official-looking crest. “Stoker and I are cordially invited… a chance to discuss… thoughts on…” He shook his head at the very diplomatically lengthy way of asking them to attend a garden party. “Well that’s nice.” Sinjin was watching him carefully, his smile gone. “Be wary of these sorts of invitations. Dottie rarely does anything with out some kind of ulterior motive, Wojciech-cun.”

Some things clear up, other mysteries are discovered, one's place in the scheme of things are destined to change, and the identity of a mysterious snow is revealed...

From the prologue... Almost before he realised it, Arlo blinked. Eyes blinked open. A heart beat, a chest expanded, lungs breathed. A red and a blue bar appeared over his vision, easily discernible with a glance up. Beside them, numbers floated, 1 and 0… some sort of health bar? “Subject shows little alarm over his situation. I will proceed with my explanation,” the disembodied voice said. “You have been resurrected for a task of some importance. There is a spellbook I require. It belongs to a specific person long thought dead. Circumstances demand that I cannot retrieve the book myself. You will be given a weapon of your choice to aid you; each weapon contains memories of a past self.” “Who are you?” Arlo demanded through strained vocal chords. “Where am I?” A musket flashed into his hands. And with it, everything changed. The red 1 turned to 6, the blue 0 turned to 2. A bag appeared on Arlo’s back, and a book at his hip. Somehow, he knew it was his spellbook — he had chosen a wizard after all. Though how he’d made this choice was unclear. Name: Arlo Silverpaw Race: Catfolk Class: Wizard Subclass: Spellslinger Profession: Bookkeeper “Who I am has no import on your task. Should you fail me, you will die a final death. Be sure that I can make it excruciating. But should you please me with your endeavours, then I will elevate you above all others. Now go.” With a clap, Arlo was gone.

They certainly went first class with the gifts to each other!

I'd like to axe Killian's driving inspector the date of their last eye exam... From Ch 2 We know the killer is a man/teen/boy/ or any other classification that includes a penis... The killer swung the ax again and again, feeling an intense satisfaction with each sticky, wet thud. Warm blood splattered his face. It would have splashed into his mouth if his lips hadn't been pressed together so firmly. He paused and looked over his handiwork. The body was barely recognizable as human. He hadn't planned to go that far, but it had felt so good he'd just kept chopping. He leaned against the ax as he struggled to catch his breath. His tongue crept out and tentatively licked his lips. A tangy, metallic taste flooded his senses. We can rule out Adam, Steve, any of the police, Kane, Jake, and Judy...sadly...Marco I wonder about Finn, I don't think Asher would have it in him to do something like that...he is more of a coward in confrontations... Caleb, by virtue of his behavior upon release, is speeding to number 1 quickly... With what we know about Micah's background, could he have it in him to do something like that? And don't hate me, folks and avid readers...I'm just speculating. The only problem is figuring out if there was any sort of connection betwixt Micah and the Cohen's...

Wow…talk about an intro that hooks, what a fantastic start!!

This was a very enjoyable chapter, and I'm glad to see the art/poetry show is gaining steam... Learned a new word today...bumph!!! “I was thinking, when you send them out you need to include the bumph about Southwold.”

You never forget or get over your first love...one hopes that somewhere Kevin didn't get sucked up in the grey anonymity of public service... Enjoyed this very much!!

Sam faces a new future on the road as a traveling companion to Ser Graham, what will this future hold?

And about time!!!! Bing Videos

You forgot blinded... All of the above for starters...

You forgot blinded...

Given sanctuary, can we assume the witches actions from this point forward be honorable? Oh...and Hello Father????

Any room for penguins drunk on Pepsi???

And at the end of the trail, each night is despicable Renn, will he slip up, be found out? There is another possibility, both Jolanda and Renn, a match made by the gods, are consumed painfully by the darkness... Josel was tested in this chapter...twice...and passed!!!

No good deed goes unpunished!!!!

Both Matthew and Val are insufferable prigs having a pissing contest to see who has the biggest lollypop... Tobias ain't much better if at all... Has Val ever truly looked into a mirror???