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Variety is the spice of life, and we have it in spade in this chapter...so much going on and new tangents being introduced...any guesses now will be far off the mark...however, there is some to the following to ponder over...

I know a few bill collection agencies I would like to send the rat army to....just sayin.... Looks like a protracted fight against the order, what of vampires in other lands??

Of all the things I've lost or misplaced, I think I miss my mind the most....

Don't forget dust bunnies or the jackalopes either!!!

Tingling gonads appear to point towards the 'fated mate'.... Several subplots are curious to say the least along with unanswered questions from previous chapters... What was the nature of the incident that crippled the Knight's vessel???? Lastly, there be pirates out there matey....

One would suspect von Hohenburg isn't/wasn't a cat burglar, with the type of breaches one would wear, there could be no disguising the equipment he was carrying and there would be little room for any purloined trinkets...

Anduin either needs to be sold again, moved on , or suffer a fatal accident....I have exactly zero tolerance for him.....

I'd been waiting for this...and about frigging time!!!! “There’s not much I can do, is there? I’m hardly in a position to help, thanks to you?” It all came out rather sharper than intended and she turned to him, surprised. “Well! What did you expect. The police keep dragging me in for questioning, convinced that I know where all the fucking money is hidden. Damian doesn’t know whether he’s coming or going, he hates you and misses you. We’re seriously thinking of getting him a therapist.” “A therapist?” “Yeah. You can’t just piss off and leave him and expect him to shake himself and carry on. He’s only ten for God’s sake. I do my best but at this rate, you’ll be lucky he’s still speaking to you when all this is over. And we’ve got bloody years of it. You realise that.” “Hardly years. Come on Ludo…” “No! You don’t get do to that anymore. No bloody come-on, Ludo. The trial won’t be until next year, if we’re lucky. The solicitor says that the finance side might be so complicated they’ll want a delay. And they are still looking for more money. Whatever happens, there’s bound to be an appeal. And we have to sit tight and pretend that life’s a dream. Thank you very fucking much.”

I'm hoping for this result!!!

Here's hoping they find the peace they both need!!

A lot to unpack from this chapter, it may take a second read...what was the reason for the argument between the siblings? We still don't know who the two people are who died, were they part of the disagreement between Marc and his sister?

I have been suitably forewarned..... Occasionally things happen that prevent an author from meeting the deadline. If you need an extension, contact Valkyrie before the deadline (not the day of or after), and something may be able to be worked out.

And we learn another valuable use for baseball bats and the applied physics of cranial interaction...Right now the best that could happen is for the cabin to burn down... How in the fu@k do we go from this to the end of the evening???? "Yeah," Nate said. "It was just you and me for so long. I wanted to give you the world. But...things change, kiddo. And that's okay." Caleb's frown deepened, his arms tightening around himself. "But what if it's not okay? What if...what if I lose you?" Nate's expression softened, his eyes warm with reassurance. He scooted closer, wrapping an arm around Caleb's shoulders and pulling him into a loose hug. "Hey, listen to me," he said firmly. "You're my son, Caleb."

I can't disagree with any of the comments, hoping to all get out that Peter Motts not only emasculated but castrates his youngest daughter. That as a neutered person, she's left to wallow in her own self-made misery... This was another standout chapter with so many interconnecting threads and yet again, the addition of two new 'lost' boys and the discovery of more names belonging to the deck...the trail is no longer cold but getting increasingly warmer... For what it is worth, this story reminds me of the Bayeux Tapestry, link below, not for what it represents but the enormity of life it portrays. Bayeux Tapestry - Wikipedia

Just who was/is the man with only one eye left in the chair???

Anduin is a troublesome snake and Clair is troublesome, we need a revolution and upend this society....

What could possibly go wrong/right???

A parable and some foreshadowing here....

Do pen lights count? Ralph shrugged, “OK. Do it.” He turned to Ivor, “So, our crotches are going to be all over the internet.” “Milly says I need to stop hiding my light under a bushel.” Beth laughed, “So, that’s what it’s called.”

Glad to see they have expanded their numbers to properly defend themselves... Not sure I would seek employment servicing/maintaining the castle, the HR Department must be non-existent and the benefits don't pay enough if one messes up feeding the pets..... Thomas smiled, a sinister glint in his eyes. “He is much calmer than before. He has been handled,” he replied, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “That is good news,” Vladimir said, a cruel smile spreading across his face. “And so has Elena, who fed the wolves. It was so kind of her.”

I sense a fated mate out among the asteroids...and high time for a plasma burst or two up some pirate backsides...Mike is a conundrum, no???

Time to call Gramps..... Mom does need to lighten up a tad...And Dad needs to take better care of his health...

The following confused me....unless Josh's mom was his father's 2nd wife???? Yet the timeline would then be confusing as well??? Something in him that makes him not want to be around me. I wonder if Vienna put him up to this? I could see it. She’s been the present one. “What happened?” I blurt. As soon as the words escape my lips, I slide down in my seat. “Sorry,” I say. His hand grips his glass. Condensation drips through his fingers. He blinks a few times and gazes out onto the green. A breeze flutters through my hair. There’s something swimming in his eyes. “You remember your mom’s mother’s funeral a few years ago?” he asks, finally. “Yes, that was when I last saw y’all.” There’s no forgetting that. “Do you remember what Calvin was wearing?” He’s still looking out at the view. I try to fly back in my memory. It’s been harder recently, things seem to escape me. I can’t seem to think back further than four months ago and that just replays in my dreams over and over again. But some pictures flash in my head. Of course, it was a funeral, so it was a lot of black. Nothing about what Cal was wearing stands out to me. I shake my head. “No, I don’t.” “It was so small. I tried to explain to him that a funeral wasn’t the best time to wear something like it. But he insisted. He wanted to and we let him because it made him happy. It was a rainbow pin. And Blair put eyeliner on him.” My uncle's lips begin to quiver. “And your father—my brother, took me aside later and asked me why I would let my son look like that. To wear something like that. “And he told me I should be ashamed of my family and that he would not be taking you around us anymore because he didn’t want you to pick up ‘learned behavior’. I couldn’t believe it. At his wife’s funeral, he thought to do this. And I was just as shocked that he thought this way. We grew up with loving parents who taught us to love our neighbors. But he was right in what he said, he refused to talk to us, visit us. Your mom would often reach out and try to do things behind his back, but it was hard on her and us. And the kids would always ask about you and I nor Vienna could ever explain why their cousin hadn’t come to their birthday. I don’t think they know now. I’m so sorry, Jonah. We should’ve… should’ve tried harder. We weren’t there and now we are and I’m sure it’s a whirlwind.” He finally looks at me and a single tear falls down his cheek.

It would appear that David is starting to heal his soul...

Looks like the hormonal swing set is gonna get crowded....