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

Toto…this isn’t Kansas anymore, we got flying (dancing) monkeys…

And the plot thickens??? Priya held the vial up to the light one last time. “This is either the most extraordinary find of my career… or something that doesn’t belong here at all.”

Wow in a good way....😉

Loved this, music in this genre reminds me of my earlier years chasing groups like this as I followed the bluegrass/soft country rock circuit....AND...can't count the times I was told: "I'm going straight to hell"!!!!!!!

This keeps cropping up in my memory banks.... Kitt tried to roll his eyes, but the smile that tugged at his mouth made it useless. He stepped onto the bus and looked back just once—Matt in his hoodie, hair a mess, grin bright enough to cut through the early-morning haze. The doors hissed shut. Kitt leaned his forehead briefly against the cool glass, watching as Matt jogged across the lot toward his car, waving one last time before the bus pulled away. The sun was just beginning to climb, soft gold spilling across the road. &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& Why then does Matt take the bus back? The bus waited with its doors open, engine rumbling. “You ready to go back?” Matt asked, rocking on his heels. Kitt glanced at the bus, at his teammates filing in with drooping shoulders and damp hair, then back at Matt. “Yeah,” he said. “Can I sit with you?” Matt asked, like there was any universe where the answer was no. “Of course,” Kitt said, and meant it a little more than he knew how to say.

As with others, and my aged brain can work slowly, but early this morning, as I was ruminating on this latest chapter, and it came to mind that Jacy seemed to be inordinately interested (absorbed?) with the collection whilst Killian was engaged with the Mrs...

Small steps leading towards a reconciliation soon.

I can’t disagree with this comment above, and want to reinforce that in all my bitching and moaning, it is because of the author’s skill and talent, that he draws such a visceral reactions from me. And I need to note this was one of the best chapters yet.

Forgot to comment on Seth and Kate’s mother, that cancer is particularly horrible, and while I have no love for her, or what she is and did, I can only hope that as her time ends, that she has the time to reflect understand the harm she is responsible for.

One of your best chapters yet…packed full of valuable information… We are reminded that a lich can be killed, yet in Arlo’s case it isn’t so easy. So difficult that many gods are willing and trying to understand what the lich has that makes it so difficult to destroy it. We learn that when Arlo’s time comes, if he is a follower of Densa, he will return to the place his earlier vision showed him. All of this makes me wonder, what is the endgame of the lich that has Arlo’s fate? To become a god, perhaps?

Perhaps We Willie will see the light while he’s getting a swirly in the boys bathroom…just sayin… It’s a shame in his case stupid is forever…

Oh what tangled webs have been woven. It would appear that Killian has relationships like his driving….fast and all over the place. How good are Killian and Jacy as climbing out of Bathroom windows??

The day draws near, forces are gathering to end evil’s reign will they have the forces necessary to defeat Septimus?

Gossip and rumors…traveling faster than the speed of sound..

Something tells me shopping will be very expensive and exciting…

Oh my goodness, looks like quite the shitestorm….

The die is cast, choices confirmed. What the French fail to understand is that Thornmere is a bigger bite that they are prepared for. The keep holds secrets and men of honor who are fighting, not only for their families, but all who make Thornmere what it is. Will Louis fight a war of attrition and delay, or chose to come back another day? Will he find new resolve in the countryside and his path slowed and bloody? his troops are tired from the pace of the advance, and tired soldiers make mistakes…perhaps there’s room in the fens for them!

Why do I think life is about to get more complicated for our Count???

Unbelievable “So tell me what happened to you. Cos, you know Matty, you don’t hide stuff too well. And it’s killing me. All this not knowing. I didn't imagine it like this.” He kicked at the ground. “I didn’t fucking imagine it like this either. I didn’t fucking imagine getting beat up. Getting my whole life screwed. By my fucking parents.”

Such a wide variety of fantastic stories!!!

Tell us how you truly feel 😉I also find the woman, and I am being generous, truly detestable, and decpicable human being... I couldn't agree with you more. Sinatra was at best a 3rd rate singer. If it weren't for the mob, he'd be nothing but a lounge singer in Weehawken NJ.

So, the die is cast, or so it seems... “Where?” Rusne demanded. “Kaer Maga, naturally. We’ll resupply there, then head into the Cinderlands. Should give us a headstart on the Red Mantis that’ll be coming after us,” Arlo explained casually. Ceta froze midbite. “People coming after us?” he whispered. “Yeah. Queen’s trying to get us out of Korvosa so we can be murdered without becoming martyrs,” Arlo added. He held up his letter. “Ten to one she’s hedged her bets and this letter declares us enemies of the Shoanti, so they’ll attack us before marching on the city itself. She hasn’t exactly been generous to her people so far.” What does the lich get when the sword is destroyed, and Arlo has the crown???

You little weasel... "I can't believe you made reservations here," I said as soon as we were alone. Asher smiled. "I wanted tonight to be special. Who knows? This could be the last time I get to take you out. I wanted to do it right." My breath caught in my throat. I didn't know what to say. ************************************** "You know what they say about finding Mr. Right." He dropped his fork and looked into my eyes. "Exactly. None of them were right, because they weren't you." "Asher—" "No, listen to me. I tried to get over you. I tried to get you out of my head, but I can't do it. You're too much a part of me." ***************************************** Some bitter truth here..... He sighed and slumped against the wall. "There's nothing to talk about, Killian. I'm not even angry at you. I'm angry at myself because I let this drag on so long when it was obvious from the start that you weren't ready. We're at different places in our lives. I mean, I guess on some level I've known that for a while now. #TeamJacy

I, too, think Kellen's magic is struggling to come out...we might get more of an idea of this during the ceremony... And then his magic was gone. Temporarily, as they said, as everyone still claimed. As he himself said, hoping it were true. But now he was forty-one, and since the Marshall Program only appointed anyone over forty in rare, exceptional cases, his dream was gone, magic or no magic. The navigation system said something; his subconscious registered it and made him act on it, but suddenly his chest tightened. As if someone were squeezing his lungs, he couldn’t breathe in, felt the rising tension in the rest of his body, a stabbing pain—and then everything was fine again. Taking a deep breath, he raised his hand for a moment to rub the spot that had just hurt, to the right of his sternum. “Are you okay?” Nora asked. “I’m fine.” He gave a brief nod and then asked, out of politeness, “What led the child of a family of doctors to join the police force?” She giggled, a little embarrassed. “I just suck at anything to do with science.” He only half-heard the rest of her convoluted explanation, though, because every second or third breath hurt. Maybe he should Google the signs of a heart attack when he had a free moment…