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Gripping reflection of when you reach the point of no return. I can't add much to what has been noted in the comments.

I've had several bosses who must have worked for AHOLE in a previous life.... This is a very fun read!!

Interesting premise....

I am so on Team Jimmy, hopefully somewhere, sometime, there is a life partner for him!!

Truly, the season of renewal, John is home, Elias is made welcome, and one hundred and fifty thousand will certainly go a long way towards decorating the new home!!

It is time to take action against those who wish them harm...take the fight to them and disable their base/headquarters...

I'm confused Charles slid behind the wheel of his Audi, the engine purring to life as the three of them climbed in. Eddie settled into the front passenger seat, offering a quick, reassuring glance back at Harry. In the rear, Harry eased himself onto the bench between Charles and Eddie, their shoulders brushing in the subdued glow of the dashboard lights. A comfortable silence fell as Charles guided the car out of the sauna’s driveway, the soft thrum of the tires on the road a gentle counterpoint to the steady beat in each of their chests. Once or twice, Charles caught Eddie’s profile in the rearview mirror Again... The taxi turned a corner toward Shoreditch. Harry drew a slow breath and lifted his fingers to touch the window, as if to hold onto the moment just a little longer. They rode on in companionable silence until the taxi pulled up outside Eddie’s flat first. Eddie paid the fare, gave a polite nod to the driver, then turned back to Harry. “Thanks for this morning,” Eddie said softly. Harry smiled, cheeks still warm. “Thank you…for everything.” They shared a brief, lingering look—one of mutual promise—and then Harry stepped out into the drizzle. Eddie watched the door close behind him before leaning back in his seat.

Will the brothers come?

No old white haired man selling buckets of chicken either????

Your comment reminded me od a song by the Doors, in some ways it is a very fitting song for Caleb...at 1:19 into the song

Sigh....my reading list is like one of those commercials for those bunny batteries, the list for reading just keeps on going on!!!

We learn that Hugo and Stoker are two sides of the same coin, and Hugo learns a lesson in humility. More importantly, if Sinjin is to be taken at face value, there are at least two competing "powers" vying for control of the "streams".... Wojciech leaned forward, glancing at Sinjin and motioning to Dottie. “Can you tell me why she’s here?” ********************** “There are always going to be those who feel that the freedom of the streams is dangerous. Anything that is not directly under their control must be forced into submission. The consul was sent here by the Government of the United States…” “Wait,” Wojciech murmured, “didn’t they send the Marines into this static stream?” “You are starting to accumulate knowledge,” Sinjin said, sounding pleased. “It isn’t common knowledge, but I believe that she is the master over those hounds. There is an old adage, favored by the United States: Pacification through Force. It has served their Presidents well over the years. Anything that doesn’t conform to their ideal of peace shall be made to conform. She is here to impose that peace, to bring this place to heel. The Aggregate is the instrument she seeks to use to do it.” Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned!!!! Stoker shook his head, a slow, deliberate movement. He looked at the face of the Dottie before him, the false kindness in her eyes, and then his gaze drifted past her, to the audience, where the real Dottie sat purse lipped. Stoker’s eyes travelled past her to Wojciech. He saw the genuine fear in Wojciech’s eyes, the love that was unspoken but so clear. There was a crease of his eyes, even at that distance. Recognizing that there was a warning there. Looking back at the image of the woman before him he saw the path of manipulation and power, and he turned away from it. *************************** “I’m dun ‘ere,” Stoker said, his voice quiet but firm, a stark contrast to the arena’s roaring silence. “I don’t want t’ ‘ave somethin’ ‘anded to me.” The image of Dottie shattered like a mirror, and the real woman stood there, her face a mask of furious disappointment. The orb, the Aggregate of Matter, floated in the air, a small, humming beacon of immense power, completely ignored.

Things that make you hummm???? Remy blinked, surprised by his own thoughts. Anduin had said the real Remy had hanged himself with sheets. Why was it only now that it struck him that this didn't sound at all like something Remy would have done? Neither Remy nor Maurice would have done that, though for different reasons. What hadn't Anduin told him? I'd say a match formed in the deepest recesses of hell..

Curiouser and curiouser...Do the DNA testing ASAP, both Mistress Clair and Anduin need to move on quickly, or be caught under a falling piano, or a runaway cement truck....

Each snippet was truly enjoyable, and looking forward to more as they occur!!!

To be 19 and captive to one's hormones...forever....

And shortly, Pitt will find himself off to Antigua with a restless batch of prisoners. Hopefuly they will be secured. I find the letters simply fascinating!!

I simply can't add to the comments above, articulated so much better than I could attempt. We do see multiple threads of this new tapestry starting to form the picture of this story, reflecting the pain, sorrow, and the hope for what could be. The following nearly broke me, so much was said in that one sentence. The imaging just so uniquely powerful... In a startling moment of clarity, Chantel realized she didn’t know how to live any other life. She had been distancing herself from her boys – her reason for living – because she knew she couldn’t give them anything beyond the chains they received at birth.

With all that has happened, I don't see Sam staying. The constant reminder of painful memories might be unbearable...

How much of that courage was liquid???

I had someone like Matt for what I would call a brief moment, a month, if I remember correctly. His father owned one of the largest construction companies in our state...we met at a gentlemen's bar, properly introduced ourselves in the back of my 67 volvo station wagon that night. He was so deeply in the closet it was painful to watch.... Great story, boy, did it bring back some memories..

And some Munchkins too????

Can't add much to what has been said, this was very well done and thanks!

Know your trash and discards...Hortensia is a force of nature!!! Why do I get the feeling that Gray's life/career is about to grow exponentially!!!

I'll go with the following... Kill the mage Enga. Kill the mage.