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Thank you for this, I hope we see more of this crew of lovable misfits!

Trouble ahead and trouble behind…

Duty done, and from the blessed event might we hear the piterpater of tiny feet soon?

This was a fantastic chapter, with so much going on, I was on my tablet out in the living room and needed to boot up the PC to give the response this story needs... Graduating high school in the early 70's, done with college, and a nascent budding career taking off in the 80's, the world was such a different place. It wasn't friendly or welcoming for those of us living in the shadows, then compounded by the scourge of AIDS, a disease that originally began in an overseas heterosexual community. It found its way here through the carelessness of a bisexual person, and just took off like wildfire. Religious and political leaders could not wait to condemn, demean, and fail in their duty to understand this plague and look for a cure. It was, thankfully, a few well-known personages who started the process of a better understanding of the disease, and the beginning of acceptance of those living in the shadows. The following quote from this chapter truly resonated with me, and while the job isn't by any means finished, thankfully, the shadows no longer exist. So...off my soapbox....Thank you for this, from the bottom of my heart... I looked around the table. There was no response, but I pressed on. "But the book isn't about the tragedy," I said firmly. "It's about the response. It’s about how gay men stepped out of the shadows to care for one another when no one else would, when everything was against them. Then later—the way they fought for the right to have their loves recognized." "What I wanted to show was how underlying it all," I said quietly, "was just love. Not heroism. Not a political statement. Just the terrifying, mundane, radical act of loving someone and being loved when the world tells you it’s less, but you know it’s more."

I was on that ferry not so long ago…on the way to Olympic Park, where was my red head??

Onward, faithful soldiers marching off to war a fustercluck....

Including the pantry????

Just so frigging angry, Blaise being nailed to a post isn't enough

It seems, that the items most needed will take two weeks…Oy vey…

Gotta love Jacy, he’s got Killian pegged! Or wants to peg a certain someone… "Great!" Jacy grinned as he jumped out of the car and onto his motorcycle. Checking over his shoulder to make sure I was behind him, he revved the bike to life, and it leaped into motion. He made sure to keep his speed down so I could keep up, even though I knew the way This indicates we may have found the Granddaddy Red Herring…

I have to believe that The Heart Of The Fen will have something to say to Louis and his folly, misplaced pride, ambition, will be for naught as the Fen will have something more to say. That the day to come will test the resolve of all, and forces beyond comprehension will have Louis questioning the cost of his folly. His tired, broken army will be no match for what they will face as they leave Wynthorpe…. No one who survives the day to come, will forever be changed.

If I remember correctly, their time in Egypt won’t end well..

Oh my…Mistress Carolyn must be in a dither and I suspect Alice has/will come to understand the words exchanged were coming from a different place. Blaise needs to get more than what he deserves, I was stunned that Val was also molested… Can’t imagine what’s next…

This is going to be one hell of an adventure…and ya just gotta love this mangy cast of ill begotten, flea bitten, cast of characters….

With so many stories to catch up on, I couldn’t resist…

I worked with some folks those movers reminded me of, sad part was they were upper management…

Steven still has a mighty long way to go, he’s taking the first steps, now to put in the effort to make it stick…

Sideways seems to be a multi-directional hazard…and I suspect the different tangents will have sharp edges…

This comment is spot on!!!

Not all battles of import are fought at sea...Rumor, duplicity, and innuendo are known to travel faster than actual knowledge of the situation, when to tack, when to jibe, and trim your sails... “Alquier does not seem like the kind of man who is good at schemes, so this must have been developed by Villeneuve,” Granger mused. “That is why I find him so offensive,” Cardona spat. “Such a liaison would not have happened without approval from Paris,” Granger opined. Cardona looked at him questioningly. “This is too important of an alliance to France to allow a minor diplomat to wreak havoc on his own.” “I can see your point,” Cardona said. “You are suggesting that Villeneuve was following orders?” “That is what I am suggesting,” Granger said. “If Alquier is not the type of man to set up such a scheme, and I agree with you that he is not, then who did?” Cardona asked. “This entire scheme has the fingerprints of Monsieur de Talleyrand all over it,” Granger said. He could see his scheming French friend putting together just such a plot.

This is the part that piqued my curiosity...if it doesn't belong here, where does it???

My goodness…how to convince a soul to come back…

Loved the banter, Mack and Mills are a treasure and had me in stitches…and if I think this chapter hilarious, I can’t wait for the wedding planning…. "You look good in gold, it’s clearly your color, Mack," Parker teased, turning to leave. "Walk away, Parker," Mack warned, though he was already burying his face in a warm, freshly dried combat shirt. "Just walk away and let me have my moment with the fabric softener.”

Sam will soon learn the importance of Ser Graeme’s words, the world outside his village is full of danger.