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You had me with the simple truth of this stanza…. So I say I am a self, ingrained, born as I was, and not as chosen by politicians or scripture with less wisdom or understanding of true nature than ducks or crocuses or the rain.

The hope we all yearn for and hope it isn’t misplaced.Well done! Why did I ever let you back inside Now from you, I feel I have to hide The best way to achieve this I can't decide Here are my words

The first two were great and thought provoking…and I had to reread them.. You had me with garlic, it brought back bittersweet memories of my father, who reeked for days after a meal with garlic, and drinking a bottle of mouthwash wasn’t enough either. The family cat who would nap on dad while he was resting his eyes on the couch, wouldn’t go near him… Thanks for this and sparking a memory…

Thank you for this. While not having major depressive episodes, I do have my "blue" moments, and that is just what they are, moments. I can sympathize, but not having first-hand experience, I can only thank those who shine a light on their struggles. To the day when help is needed, the help needed is there!

I like this and want to see where it goes...

All I can say is, thank goodness his car is parked, safely away from him!!!

Not sure I would have survived if my high school had a swimming program…all those delectable boys in speedos….

And we witness the birth of another red herring…. Killian needs to think things through, not properly dressed and his failure to carry the gun or something he could have used to defend himself. He may be a brilliant PI, but at the same time he’s an idiot….

Liam could use some Wellbutrin or Valium or a couple of shots of good whiskey…just kidding…I can get to deep into my head where everything has a purpose and a place…I have a tendency to not let go of things, such as clothing I wore decades ago, mind you I will never fit into it again, but it is the memories I can’t let go of! Loved this chapter and a peek into the dynamics between Rick and Liam… And I need the recipe for the cake!

It was a brilliant idea to look at the Turkish armor and adapt, and the lesson learned about the quality of their steel. Well…we know Ser Lloyd does get his knob and lance polished, and it looks like Julian loves riding a donkey. And now we know more about Gary Glitter’s family tree…

Its not so much lying like a cheap rug so much, but being honest and a bit selective…

Well that explains a lot…I would advise extreme caution as it isn’t what you know for certain, it’s what you know for certain, that just ain’t so… You have been told that the cease fire with the Skeksaars has resulted in over five centuries of peace. That is a lie. The Skeksaars found this system after us, after we had started mining it. We have been in a cold war with them since. There was one skirmish several months ago. Since then, we have managed to avoid them. "We do not want to re-enter a hot war, and they appear to not, either. While our technology has progressed over the last half-millennium, their bioships do not seem to have progressed. But we do not need to test that, if we can avoid it. We retreated last time. Next time we might not."

I like the ending, it’s leaving all sorts of possibilities…. what stuck with me is the following…it makes me think Ryan may have some “news “ of his own, and it could go either way… I had a message from Ryan. You having a good Sunday? I smiled and texted back, it's a little odd. Why? He asked. Things that need sorting. You mean Matty? And some. Some? I'll tell you all about it soon. Okay

They should hire a civil rights lawyer and file charges of repeated harassment….

In his haste to reach The new king, Louis will stumble, again at Dover and elsewhere. Badly needed supplies and reinforcements from France fail to arrive. He’s not finished, a wounded animal fights twice as hard, even as some of the English barons question their alliance. The days and weeks ahead will test the resolve of those who support the new King Henry….

The curse of reading late, the comments above say it all… Ser Lloyd, who will polish his lance now? We still don’t know who gave Wylan the book, unless I missed it… The image of Saint Wylan is an intriguing possibility, think of the cover it would give him… Another passage that gives me pause, knowing what Prince Ishan will accomplish… Somewhere in the darkness, beyond the ridge, Prince Ishan ibn Fadil al’Kalijj was withdrawing with his surviving forces following his brothers and his Grandfather’s host. He'd lost today. The Crusaders still stood. The blind boy still lived. But he knew where to find him now. And next time, he wouldn't miss

Septimus and his lackey are in for a rude awakening, and I, for one, can't wait for the neck of Judayah of the infested neither regons, to meet the blade... Jamal has earned his spurs, so to speak. It is fantastic that those around him see this as well. With Whip and Devin, I suspect they will play a huge role in the events to come!

Things are looking to quietly settle down at the restaurant...Ray, in my humble opinion, needs serious help... Like other readers, I cringed at the barbed wire...it reminded me of a couple of incidents I witnessed in my early teen years. One friend decided, after much prompting from his older brothers, to pee on an electric fence. It was a shocking discovery to say the least. I was visiting with another close friend and his family when his younger brother somehow fell off his bicycle. In the process of falling off, he managed to somehow get the bolt on the top of the handlebars caught in his shorts, slicing the skin of his scrotum. He comes screaming down the drive, holding his hand over his crotch, and as we found out, managed to expose one of his testicles... If you live long enough, you're bound to see/witness many strange things...like the time I watched a small car drive up the loading ramp of a delivery truck...but that's a tale for another day...

And what passes for an in-depth, intelligent conversation... He looked me in the eyes and I melted. In that instant, we both knew what we wanted. Ryan leant in and kissed me, wrapping his arms around me and pulling us together into a tight hug. When his tongue was finally out of my mouth, I moved back and led the way upstairs. He sat down on my bed and I stood looking down at him. "Where do you think all this is going?" I asked. Ryan looked up and once again our eyes fixed each other. "I don't know." He broke contact, looking around the room. "You got a nice bedroom. I like the poster."

I just stumbled on this story while looking for From A to Z. I loved the premise and how it unfolded...at first I thought the fact that there was an unused bed was what started the culling “I think they have a child living with them. I’ve seen her on the safety pad waiting a couple of times.” “That’s got to be against the lease. Ovo wouldn’t do that, would he? The pod’s sensors would pick up and report a third body.” “Sometimes the sensors in these old buildings can’t interpret everything. They haven’t noticed we don’t use your bed, for instance.” “Yes, but it’s an incredible risk. If they have unauthorized offspring, the child can be terminated or sent for organ harvest. And I don’t want to think about what sentence the Authority would hand Ovo and Treena.” But as we found out, it was something entirely different. I found this to be very enjoyable and thought-provoking. The scene with his father was telling as well, the father's moral foundation cracking, and then the bit about Lou's mathematical talents, started me down another rabbit hole, one where I thought Kee would come back, never expecting the ending! Well done!!!

As always, thanks for this and the list keeps growing..

Should someone give Sawyer a dildo with nearly dead batteries as he likes it so slow??? The scene of the three of them on the bed was priceless…

The comments above said everything I wanted to say….other than… Who’s watching the red herrings???

Thank you for this, and I feel this was your best chapter yet. It would be great to look in on these two now and then as their future expands.

There's more to Lord Wylan than meets the eye...sorry...I had a poor imitation of a @weinerdog moment...However, what he understands is just downright scary... Darien guided Wylan away from the crowd, back toward their pavilion. Bran pressed close, his body a warm reassurance against Wylan's leg. When they were alone, Wylan stopped walking. "He was lying," he said quietly. "About the seers. About watching." Darien frowned. "How do you know?" "His voice was trembling. I could hear it when he talked about it. Like he was trying to convince himself." Wylan's hand found Darien's arm. "They don't know anything for certain. They felt something, but they don't know what. They're guessing." "Does that matter?" "It matters because it means we have time." Wylan's voice steadied. "The sorcerer from the lake—he knows. He felt me. But he's not working with the Byzantines. They're separate threats. And if we're careful, we can keep them separate." As to distributing the loot...