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The clean-up is not complete, much remains to be done...Where is Thomas Radclyffe....no mercy should be shown, his ending should be labor intensive and slow...

Sad to see it disappear... I am doing away with the blog entry, I am not sure if anyone is really reading the historical inspiration behind a chapter

As overconfidence can and will become one's downfall as well...clean the lands of these invaders/traitors in Henry's memory!

Karma is a bitch....now on to Abernathy's fate, the more horrendous the better...

Another great chapter, just ordinary folks,doing ordinary things!!!! The only complaint I could possibly have is missing a wee dram of scotch with David!! @Summerabbacat just may be on to something regarding the bust of Ollie's mother, if she is acting like a mule for "Mr. Big" with the miniscule schlong, is there a connection with the death of Ollie's father???

There's more than meets the eyes here, and a quandary or two regarding a written review along with 'access' to desirable works of art that may exist off the beaten path... One has to wonder the full extent of the "relationship" betwixt Francis Haward and the Bank Nemon...Is Ercole a pleasant distraction or a red herring??, His obvious blatantness has me wondering as to the exact reason for such a wanton display...not that I mind, mind you...and think I would have to have him over my knees for some persuasions...

From an earlier chapter we learned there are those who can teleport...

"Daddy"....hummm...a very loose end!!

I still feel that Tygo is the answer to Abernathy and all of the other evil doers...freeze the world and have them transported to a deserted island...what could be more humane than that???

Can't agree with more, very well said!!

All I can imagine in this scenario is...and look...who's out of the korner???

Loved the way the tension ratcheted up in this chapter and like every one else can't wait this Saturday... Oh look #44 as I write this @weinerdog and @kbois...Bingo or is it Yahtzee!!!

So frigging true... Zdain made no reply. He merely glanced at Josel and said icily, "You're the most childish sixteen-year-old I've ever met." Then he turned and started to walk away.

Early days here and in some respects, there are still many ways this could/would go sideways...just sayin...interesting that part of this story in this chapter takes place in my old stomping grounds...

In a way, this was a very powerful chapter filled with the highs and lows: Phil is walking and a bit further each day, Stanley will get help, then we have Susan and the issues with the divorce and Dwight dying from AIDS. It would seem that Phil has managed to avoid catching it, I feel/hope there is a bit more to this part of the story to tell. A very good friend of mine had hemophilia and required frequent blood transfusions and this was back in the late 80's early 90's. What he went thru from a tainted transfusion I would not wish on anyone. This was at a time when the powers that be thought it to be a "gay disease" and sadly there was little to no effort to understand this insidious disease, it was thought the 'gay plague' was God's answer to homosexuality. It took the deaths of several well-known personalities...both gay and straight... and the friends of Dorothy to crack open officialdom's eyes. The ignorance and bigotry of the religious right condemned thousands of folks to death, such a sad juxtaposition... I digress and the seeds for several problems have germinated in this chapter, and one hopes they grow and bear fruit!!!

I get the feeling a posse may be needed...

And our boys learn the importance of talking to each other, not at or past each other, honest communication in any relationship prevents issues that may fester/linger!!

Mincemeat...I just love a man who brings mincemeat pies to the table...platonically that is...

Except the part where forces known and unknown decide to use them as yo-yo's...punching bags...tire stops...crash test dummies...parachute testers...what could possibly happen?????

When the good lord was handing out brains, she heard 'grits'....

Foreshadowing, portents, ill omens, a bucket full of fusterclucks, a puddle of craptastic...what could this possibly mean??? Mark nodded, seemingly acknowledging the contradiction. “That’s the paradox, isn’t it? I believe Chronos and some others might not fully align with the Constructs’ agenda, or perhaps he sees an advantage in us being together that we haven’t realized yet. My experience in Ginnungagap made it clear—they fear what we might become, yet they can’t control all the variables. My return was not planned by them; it was a direct defiance of their intent.” “And I sent him away,” I said. “Well, he was lying. Certifiably so,” Dave said. “True. But maybe that was a misunderstanding. Was it? Oh god, I don’t know.” “The Constructs tried to kill me to disrupt the Triad, seeing us as a significant threat to their dominance. This wasn’t the plan they wanted, but it’s the reality they inadvertently created,” Mark added, his voice firm with resolve. “Yet, they let you live. They let Dave live. They concocted a weird plan of keeping us all apart, but never attempted to kill one of us until Labirinthoset,” I said. Fiona looked from Grey to Mark, trying to keep up with the revelations. “So, what do we do with this knowledge? How do we move forward?”

Well...with well-meaning friends this these two have, what else could possibly go wrong/right??? Granpa is ill and Grandma wants a chat in the morning...nothing to worry about...right...

But of course, prior proper planning wasn't used...

With an author like this one, could anyone expect sunshine and roses???