Like so many others, Lord Wylan’s blessing had me in stitches, and poor Ashot and his fellow beast. Can’t wait to see what adventures the two of them get into much to Steffie’s chagrin and total horror….
That they were able to detach themselves from the main body of what is left of the crusades was a bold move!
Still not enough information to sort out all the red herrings….much to think about with the following….
Branford drove another nail home with a sharp crack of steel against metal. "Question is whether he's right to expect it." His gaze drifted to Ash. "You and me know that he's safe here. But he doesn't know that. An' maybe he won't for a while
This was a fantastic chapter, as I read it I kept thinking no…there couldn’t be twists like the ones you dropped on us!
As to ensuring a pregnancy…some lesbian friends tried talking a straight friend in to filling a turkey baster…that begs the question, might there be such a similar device for the all importantly application?
Simply brilliant and captivating. This is among the best stories to appear here in quite some time!!!
And the law of luggage is never to be messed with!!!
But as any traveler knows, getting an overstuffed suitcase to close is a universal struggle, regardless of which century you are trying to visit. The laws of thermodynamics are stubborn, but the law of luggage is absolute.
The following gives me pause..would D-10 understand the following, and possibly be another wrinkle or setback?
The override is sloppy," Ahearn said finally. "Tripp—that's his name?—he's clever, but he's not a neurologist. He overwrote the priority matrix without understanding the underlying architecture. The result is... messy."
Hopefully Jolanda will be the non-virgin necessary sacrifice Yitter will require…
What kind of trap is Zal and the fat little weasel walking into? Or is it a trap, would Krah let someone wishing to harm Zal attach a note to her leg?
And I am still rooting for the Ksingis
The advance of the Ksingis would worsen the unrest in Dimalos
I’d be so tempted to…and love the loophole…fingers crossed…
“No!” Ēriks blushed pulling on his clothes. “I am not having sex with you just because you’re making up bullshit just to… you… me… we’re supposed to be fighting over Tripp reprogramming you!”
“I like this argument better,” Lukas said with a broad grin. “Wanna do it again… for science?”