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Like diamonds that are forged as a result of incredible pressure, Julian, Steven, and Lloyd have gone from boys to assets to be proud of. Not forgetting Wylan! It is widely known that the hottest fires are needed to temper the finest steel. We see the same with the situations all four have faced and have been through.

You still owe me an autograph!!!!! I have done gone and purchased....as a note...When I clicked to read a sample, there were 774 pages available to read....

Rashid needs to face the the consequences of his actions in the most revealing and brutal manner…slowly… I’m standing by an earlier comment, Ishan…the girl boy who became Sultan…..

What an eclectic collection of misfits, and finding the killer among them. Every one, including the sun king with his virginal backside is a suspect… ATM I can’t rule him out either…

Oh my goodness….those rooms, was that a horse or a cow I saw?

Spirit Court…kinda like Santa’s naughty or nice list….

What’s the cause for this rage, and I hope Renn suffers mightily. Dizziness washed over him. Renn tried to wriggle out from under the foul‑smelling man, but he couldn't. Footsteps approached. Just as his consciousness began to fade, he heard someone speak: "Iih, make it in time. You help Wryyt, young Dimali still breathe." I’m liking Soek more and more…

The night watch is all but gone, creating opportunities for all sorts of of trouble…that the gangs ringleader is a woman, suggests @CincyKris is on to something. She may resent being “stuck” in this sleepy backwater….

Well this is a new wrinkle…will,they go to the mountains?

Can/will the police squeeze these thugs harder? There is a trail there, can they follow it? “They have admitted they were hired.” The word landed without drama, which somehow made it heavier. “Hired how?” “Cash payments through intermediaries. Burner phones. They were given your description, your usual route, and the time you typically passed through that area.”

What is the definition of Irish Alzheimer's??? When you forget everything except your grudges....

As I noted before, both Lauretta and Danillo possess a certain instinctual wisdom, with no use for words without or hidden meanings. They possess a natural clarity and perceptiveness... What becomes of those who dance to the fingers that direct and hold the power, when they are no longer useful??? The greed of the church is insidious and never sated...

Things are about to get very interesting, to say the least...I think his head is going to implode with all the newfound knowledge he has access to... Was the newly passed law a result of a certain Mother-Mob-Boss for reasons still unknown??? And might this creature be or become the Gremlin? As they neared the cargo bays, the crowd parted, making way for a massive hover-sled. Strapped to the sled was a beast unlike anything Dimitri had ever seen in his textbooks. It was enormous—easily five meters long—covered in thick, armored scales the color of bruised iron. It had a heavy, elongated jaw lined with jagged, protruding teeth, and a thick tail that lashed irritably against the restraints. It let out a low, vibrating hiss that rattled Dimitri's ribcage. Thank goodness it isn't one of these...

Hopefully, when the idiot tries something up at the cairns, he only hurts himself... When he reached the lineup the shaved head was still there. But something had shifted in his posture. A fraction less certain. A fraction more careful. They sat without speaking. Another wave came through and Aiden took it cleanly. No challenge this time. He returned to the lineup. After a moment the shaved head turned and began paddling toward the inside. He paused after a few strokes, not looking back. “Your friend,” he said. “The weird one. Always up at those cairns.” A beat. “Something’s going to happen up there. My father’s done asking nicely.” Then he kept paddling and didn’t look back.

Thank you for reminding me not to dust the house before reading and making my eyes water. The story points out the universal truth that we are everywhere, and always have been!

Count me in for one!

One of my personal favorites, and there are some great stories here...

At some point those who whisper will take a step too far…resulting in a clash of arms… And there are rumors,” Lorenzo continued, his voice steady, “of something worse. A joint movement. Papal authority married to Neapolitan steel.”

So…what will become of this news?

As for these twins, at least, they finally have a path home. Yea!

Well, bunji-bunji sounds familiar. A sound my lower half made after a long night out…just kidding. Wikipedia led me to Miriam-Webster and they define it as an Aussie tree with a bark that is poisonous…

Call your mother, she must have “connections “, friends in low places who could “facilitate “ the paperwork… "Right let’s figure this ship out, and then get back to Port Talon, we’re going to have to..." Mickey swallowed and glanced back out of the window. “We’re going to have to do paperwork, claim this ship, and register her… him… it…. They?” *”I am a him, the ship is… well undecided. I need to explore and find out.”* Hughie said. With any luck there just may be clean socks and a laundry..

Or they figured another way to come and go, and I would think that would draw unwanted notice. Needless to say, someone needs to check the license plate numbers, most likely a dead end, and the ferry and lodging/reservation system logs... Just how big is this island? Were they able to capture anyone from the five cars?

The vengeful prick in me would suggest Niran develop a headache from two copper jacketed 9mm slugs just behind the ear. But then we wouldn’t have a story. In this case tho, turnabout is fair play. Put the ball on his court. Legally.