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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…

A fantastic first chapter, exciting for the future Sam faces, and the bittersweet pangs of leaving the only home he's ever known. It can't be easy.

Oh boy, I have been waiting for this. I can tell this is going to be a fantastic tale!!!

At some point, the truth about Cianánwill come out; he's saying so many things that should draw attention to his background...And, I am loving the way he sees the world...

Just another delightful chapter...

These poor boys are suffering from DSB (Deadly Semen Back-Up), failure to treat it could lead to wearing coke bottle glasses, warts, and hairy palms. Not to mention a handshake that could crush another boy's hand if they go for the long-term cure....

You may have to write this, you know...hint...hint...nudge...nudge...wink...wink...say no more....

If you see some folks dressed in white lab coats, and grim faces...RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Small steps....

What can I say, my computer and keyboard can't take much more of this...

Like father...like son...stubborn fools....pride goeth before the fall...

Kitt...don't dilly dally and obsess over this...CALL MATT!!!!!!!!!!!

It is a testament to the author as to how folks react to this story, my computer is hearing all my frustrations. Wholly new combinations of cussing words that no one should ever hear...don't get me started on my poor keyboard... The following has to give me pause, and as @weinerdog and @Jjeffalch point out, things that should be done aren't. The mother's silence in reporting her child is missing is difficult to understand. And I have to include the pastor in this as well, as he has a duty to care and to speak up when he sees something wrong... More concerning is Matt, not putting 2 and 2 together, and at the very least, put up some missing posters with Kitt's picture and contact info. As we see in the excerpt below, Matt is smart enough to look at missing pet posters that he can't make the connection... He still searched. Just not in the feverish way he had before. Some nights he scrolled through community posts in Riverbend—fundraisers, local news, missing pet flyers, random photos from events.

Pot tay to/potato....It was a lighthearted comment made in jest, not one that was meant to be scientifically accurate...😉

Not the way I cook it....😁

Never work while drinking…

Thanks for this chapter! Tech has come a long way, hasn’t it! Where I like my steak medium rare, I must prefer beef blood!

Back in 2004 I bought a Ford Super Duty Pickup Truck and loved it, drove into Downtown Boston to my job, 36 miles each way, in 2007 the economy took a dive, gas prices went up. I did some research and figured I could park the truck, use it only on weekends, and with the money I saved on gas, the truck got 12 to 14 MPG, I could buy a Prius, as the monthly payment, insurance, and gas was such I could still come out ahead and save a bit. Enjoyed this very much, I do love me a plug-in…. Rick’s voice dropped slightly. “Everything is a system with you.” “Yes.” “And me?” Liam’s thumb paused against the screen. “You’re… inefficient.” Rick laughed softly. “In what way?” “You consume attention disproportionately to output.” Rick leaned in further now, their knees almost touching. “That sounds like a compliment.” “It’s not.”

Someone needs to invent hand grenades…a price as noted was paid…

What he said…

Oy mamacita…was that fantastic….or what!!

Our evil Lord Septimus suffers from overconfidence and to be so easily fooled by the children speaks volumes…pray they remain hidden…and safe.

So glad to catch up with these folks! Looks as if there isn’t any grass growing under their feet!

If I buy a book, a serious one, it goes on the shelf... Would you like a regular temperature year round or do you like your seasons? I like the 4 seasons, flying bugs, not so much... Do you wear sunscreen regularly? long-sleeve T-shirts, wide-brimmed hats, and will use sunscreen on my legs if outside for a long time...if working in the yard, long pants and tick repellant. Did you watch any TV or Movies yesterday? Very little, would much rather read, TV commercials and movie promos are very annoying... Do you own any old paperbacks or hard cover books still? Yes Do you ever read them or are you a digital kind of person now? Both What is the last book as on paper, did you read? Team of Rivals by Deloris Goodwin, just finished Ben Franklin by Sally Schiff, and WS Randal's bio of Thomas Jefferson. When I need to give my brain a rest, anything by John Grisham or Dan Brown...And...sometime soon, The Federalist Papers...