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Oh my...sex, booze and rock and roll....let the good times begin...or not....

As noted before, this chapter played strongly on the subtilty the wide range of emotions depicted, from Reid, Luas, and even the horses expressed, setting the stage for a tour de force of emotive brilliance. Exceptionally well written and as powerful a chapter as any of the others in this saga... We readers at GA are thankful for the authors who grace these pages with their craft, and this story stands shoulder to shoulder with the best this site offers!

A solicitor is needed ASAP, funds that went to the church of the blasphemous may have indulged extravagant lifestyles...and I am willing to bet, not all was spent and that which was, can be recovered by selling ill-gained assets!!

It looks like the grass isn't greener on the other side street... Our two boys truly need to carefully navigare their new and expanding world!!

Lord Abraxas has become a liability, he's wishy washy to the extreme, first he's gonna kill Travis, then he needs him and once again after the crisis passes, he's gonna kill him again...till Oblivion steps in...and no way in all of the hells of Pandemonium can Lord A-Hole kill or harm Lip...

Somehow I get the feeling we will meet the a-hole that is Jeremy's father.....

Just think, only 4 chapters left to confuse the heck out of us...good job Quokka! Can't wait to see what unfolds...I do have concerns abut 4 days at sea knowing how other people in your stories keep losing, or having their boats blown up!!!

Well, the training isn't over and I suspect a bunch of new adventures are about to begin...very curious if there are only four evil skinwalkers left...

I think the good Doc has the right of it, it works very well as a flashback to say the least. It was another well written chapter, true to the history of the times. The dialogue and pacing is/was superb of course, and I know I am harping, none of it matters iffin y'all don't take of yourself first!!! Looking forward to the next chapter...get your rest, remember the good times, as those who have gone on, would want you to! All the best!!!

Thanks for taking the time to write this!!

Groan...at least we know it wasn't a burning bush...

And what could possibly go wrong...or right???

Hopefully we'll see some forward progress, it seems we are stuck in repetitive trials and error, it is time to neuter King Abe

Nice to learn about the peanuts and sad to see the story winding down

It’s past time for things to change

JJ needs to smarten up ASAP and learn to work the system

Oh Pro…what troubles await??

Welcome back and looking forward to more!

Oh Colin…you need to divorce your family pronto…being the youngest I also ended up as my indigent parents caretaker/provider. No help was ever offered and nothing was left for them, my parents choice. It raised a stink but their wills were very clear…

Have they made things worse?

A mysterious occurrence to say the least, will we learn what happened to the house along with Martin and his wife…did they crossover to another earth for protection?

It’s up to Caleb now, if he has the balls to face the decision Enya so graciously pointed out

Let the healing begin indeed...want, need, and must have more of this... Ok you haters...my resolve is weakening...Enya has the right of it... Sebastian had nothing else for them, and the meeting broke up. As he and Asa were about to return to their suite, Enya placed a hand on Caleb's arm and stopped them. “You need to tell him the truth.” Caleb frowned, not understanding. “Tell who the truth?” “Vann.” His eyes widened as he sucked in a sharp breath. Guilt speared his chest. “He should know, that’s all.” Enya turned on her heel and left without another word. Asa pulled him in close. “Hey, don’t stress over this.” Caleb rested his cheek against Asa’s soft hair. “She’s right. He does deserve to know. I’ve been a coward where he’s concerned.”

More red herrings to sift thru...The approaching hurricane has on one level, everyone feeling antsy...We better now understand Micco's abilities with the wolves and have confirmation he is one lucky SOB to have lived as long with all the incredibly poor decision making he does... And if this isn't a portent and the mother of all red herrings, aI don't know what is...just what is in this ''shelter'' that is crucial to solving some of the mysteries??? swallowing a sigh, I forge ahead, and a few minutes later, the roof of the decrepit hurricane shelter comes into view. My steps slow. Faulting our volunteers for avoiding the place would be cruel and hypocritical. I’m no more eager to spend time there than they are. The building resembles a Mayan temple, gray blocks crumbling in places where vines and other creeping plants have infiltrated and undermined the walls’ integrity. Perpetually in shadow. Shrouded in abandonment. A little-used path winds from the perimeter fence toward it. Overgrown to near invisibility.

As others have noted and suspected from the beginning, the juxtaposition of Mildred's house against the driveway, carriage house and the old foundation are the crux, at least I think so till Geron tosses a leafy curveball, of the issue. I am surprised that Lugh isn't aware of the issue the position of the house is causing... Remember the trees with their branches bending in odd ways to avoid the house...as if they are afraid of the house, then there are all the glockenspiels, gronkowski's, whatchamacallit's, gronkers gathering round in the upper branches as if spectators at a sporting event...not so much as things that go bump in the night, but might accidently go poop in the night all over the shiny new Yukon... The keys here are Lugh, location, Mildred, and the earlier inhabitants, and how they all interrelate down the road less traveled.....