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I think among all of the stories you have posted, this truly stands out to me, the descriptive richness you've navigated is a master class in wordsmithing. For this...thank you, eagerly looking forward to the next chapter!!!

Looks like to be a very horny holiday weekend...

An interesting start....

Thank you for this, loved it!!

And ended the long drought....

So...this means 42 more chapters...right???

Thanks guys, loved the interview....

Dang…I needed a Kleenex warning…loved this chapter!!!

Another great chapter with some intriguing story lines!!!

Couldn't say it any better...

If poppers can merge to create a super popper, the gang need to combine their abilities together to thwart this new popper.... Has Esmerelda seen what she needs to see???

Interesting start and premise, I am wondering if they served in a military unit....

Regardless of what should and should not be done regarding Devin's blood, what we have here folks is a conundrum of the first rank.. Staying current with his classes if so chooses to continue them is a complication that could impact how the semester goes...

With the matching rings and the map from the scarab, can there be any doubt that there may be a supernatural element to be discovered at the Temple of Abu Simbel??? And...have they truly lost the folks that were following them, once back at the hotel, they are bound to be followed again...or worse!

And the long awaited 'bond' mate is out there to be discovered...

That Tony didn't write or attempt any contact is puzzling, was his sexuality the reason for his moving? It will be interesting to see how the rest of his senior year works out and as he moves towards life after....

Different strokes for different folks….

Ok...I stayed up way too late casting all those early votes this evening... I loved the following...does it work on politico types??? "Actually," Dick said, "It sounds quite humane to me. Those that do not learn from the mistakes of the past, are bound to repeat them." "There you go," Max agreed. "The poppers get their own miniverse where they can always cause trouble, forever, and the regular universe goes on without them." Ragal made an impressed sound, almost like a human whistle. "In other words, we get them to make themselves extinct in our universe." The elf nodded. "Has a nice ring to it, don't it?" "This is sort of like what the Kift did to the Arpathant," Kippy said. "In that case, they shuttled the entire race to equivalent worlds in a parallel universe where no life had ever existed. The Arpies were not made to perish, but they were out of everyone's hair, forever."

Could this be one of our friends from Engris, Poppin Fresh???

Or the location of the...Pop Tarts...

Here's a thought...are these two societies the only sentient lifeforms on this planet??? Could the wood be a valuable export resource???

Now to get to the retired transporter, would it be possible to have him take a side jaunt to the mountain range? Still wondering as to those who are behind the war and prosecuting it... What is the deathrate compared to the war's attrition??? In WW1 the loss of life in individual battles was enormous, at Verdin, the French lost 400,000 soldiers, the Germans, 350,000. The net result was that in both countries, an entire generation of young men were wiped out.. Is the effort against the Pactrids sustainable, and for how long? casualties in the battle of verdun - Search

Calum had best do the acting job of his life and have an epiphany... The mountains spoke of must be found and the news of their location shared... A better understanding of how Calum's society works is needed, is there an underground movement, one that could help him 'educate' the civilian population. With the staggering number of losses in life, I find it hard to believe folks just accept the futility of sending their sons to die.... Is it possible in the not so distant future, if pushed to the brink by the Pactrids, will we find Calum as a negotiator? And how and why is wood a valuable resource, what is it used for??? The only drawback, given the cells were underground, was the lack of daylight. An oil lamp—its glass grimy with soot—hung in the hallway, producing a sliver of orange, flickering light into his cramped space.

I am a firm believer that had Obama and the Dumbmocrat's in Congress followed up with the economy before healthcare, the Retardicans never would have come back in the next election cycle...

This chapter proudly stands with the others in the impact it creates with your readers. So very well done!!! I found the following especially powerful... “I thought I had almost lost my boy four months ago, but these past four months without Thomas, well… Brendon doesn’t eat, he doesn’t sleep. He barely passed his classes last semester. He’s a shell of the kid he was when he and Thomas were together. Sitting here in this hospital, I can see what our views have done to him. We’ve fallen in love with a son that doesn’t exist instead of the one we have.” Sandra's voice trailed off as she was convicted by her own words again.