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Pray the day that Lothar can do the deed comes quickly... Lothar, cloaked from shoulder to boot, stood by the tent opposite with an expression as close to rage as anything Fran had ever seen upon his stolid face. “…Say the word…” whispered the espial, every syllable uttered with ice cold resolve. Fran swallowed a breath, still shaking, eyes dripping with fresh tears. “…Not yet. I still need him alive…” “You cannot keep this up, Fran. You are losing the stomach for it. I see it. Ever since your Edward appeared…” “This is not forever!” As the cry escaped him half-a-tenday’s worth of sallow semen seeped down his inner thigh, as if to defy the sentiment. “Once the viscountcy of Thormont is mine… his throat is yours to slit…”

Wow...things are picking up steam. Still need to know more about this family of Scott...

No issue at all. In the process of changing domiciles and working off a unwieldy tablet. PC will follow as God wills...I believe I've found an editor for my next story!!!

I agree that calming is a terrific word to describe this chapter. Underlying that word would be healing, as both have struggled with broken lives/family and struggling to make their way in this harsh environment. Much has been learned/imparted, some good, fantastic, and some lessons painfully learned. It will be very interesting to see how these damaged souls help each other find what's needed to finally heal..

It would seem that Travis is a toy, a pawn if you will for others to play with...

Do these alien adults look lie or resemble Yoda and his relations???

The following suits Greg to a T..."Oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive"...

Perhaps a couple of hours/days with the ton of lard Paulla's niece purports to be might help her to see reason and good manners...NOT

The timing of this story is prescient to say the least as the news of this morning announced that 6 billions have secured the release of American prisoners...Supposedly there are strict controls and not all the funds will be released at once...And as to those strict controls, this new money will simply replace funds already used to build more arms/weapons... And then you have the evangelical christians/right wing politicos', see link below, who profess to be the faith of peace, love and harmony. After all don't you know, Christ originated' Woke"...Do you think they realize this??? There's a common thread here, and it is belief in a faith to the exclusion to all other rational thought...neuters the soul, and is death to non-believers... These Christian Nationalists Want to Stone Adulterers to Death (msn.com)

Perhaps Lahri can take her to the sun...

OMG, not to sound like a fan gurl...there's a plot twist and a half....

Well now, doesn't this just spark the imagination..... Once the boys were out of the living room, Diego said, “We need to find another name for Caleb to call you. I'm going to keep getting confused with him calling you dad.” “Agreed,” Steve said, leaning in and kissing Diego. “Besides, it does feel weird when he calls me dad, given what I call you when we're alone.” “Stop!” Diego said, blushing. “Don't even make that connection.”

Portending the future??? I do as I’m told. Black drink is serious business. I feel honored for the effort it took to brew it. Not many can. Properly, anyway. Billie says the ways of the medicine man may soon be forgotten. The children of the tribe learn English before Maskóki these days. There is much of the old ways that will not translate and not many come to him to learn. Yet the tribal customs must survive. His responsibility weighs on him. Not sure I am sold on the reticence.... Billie inclines his head, silently agreeing. “Have you asked the others what happened?” He doesn’t mean the other people. Billie’s faith in my ability is sacred, but he’s teasing me now. I don’t answer. Mostly because to ask the wolves what happened would have been the smart thing to do, but I was too off-balance earlier to consider it. It’s for the best, I decide. Another aspect Billie has never understood about my tribal gift is just how much can be lost in translation. Or inserted erroneously—and I won’t risk coloring the facts with my emotions or theories. The mystery, if indeed there is one, will be Burke’s to solve. Someone it would appear set fire to Micco's house, killing his family sans father...hummm Chase is way too transparent and in over his head Calhoun's hide belongs with the mottled snakeskins in that display case, I am willing to wager a boatload of mea culpas that his posterior and quite frankly, the rest of him meet a gratuitous gristly end... How much was Sam due to inherit, an 8 million dollar bequest isn't chump change, then there is the drug issue, was Sam in way over his head, piss off the wrong drug dealer wanting access to his money...so many freaking...

I can only say...now you tell me....

Running away is the same as avoiding the issues Ilya needs to face...

It's kind of like wherever you go, you've been there

A better idea would be to once Lahari is back, would be to transport all the remaining gunge to the gray dimension

Wow...if they can bring back Lahari, and where is Pelipi?

Yesterday is/was too soon

Let's hope he doesn't spontaneously combust!!!

And the hounds of hell have been unleashed

I wonder what the reason Miss Taosie is unmarried. Dakota did the right things and here is hoping we've seen the last of her....

Will he be like a sailor, seeking any port in a storm???