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From the frying pan...

The kidnappers must have left a trail...gather up your combined armies and lay waste to the frigid queen's kingdom, or is that queendom???

You reminded me of a commercial for insurance...let's see what the next chapter will bring...

Oh my goodness...thank goodness it's rainy this morning and I have time to check a few of these out!!!

Do I sense trouble from the elders?

As I commented before, they should all rent a room and maple glaze themselves using their ‘secret sauce’…..

Be careful of what you wish for seems appropriate to say the least…

It would indicate to me then it is a much larger ‘game’…..

Someone, the ones that ordered this is gonna be wishing they thought about this twice…

This confuses me...Unless Kier's father is in on the 'game'... "It's not the duty solicitor, Sarge," the officer interrupted, her voice low. "It's... well, you'd better just come and see." Annoyance flickered across Miller’s face. He shot Kieran a look that said *this isn't over*, and left the room. Kieran waited. The silence stretched, tighter and more anxious than before. He stared at the blank wall, at the recording equipment with its steady red light. Ten minutes passed, each one an eternity. Then the door opened again. Miller walked in first, but he was a different man. His smugness was gone, replaced by a shrunken, furious bewilderment. Behind him entered a man in a pinstripe suit so sharp it seemed to cut the stale air. He carried a calfskin briefcase and an aura of expensive, unassailable authority that made the room feel even smaller. And behind the solicitor walked Kieran’s father. Mr. Varys looked exactly as he always had: a study in controlled grey. Grey suit, perfectly pressed. Grey hair, perfectly trimmed. Grey eyes, cold and assessing. He entered the interview room as if inspecting a particularly unsavoury public toilet. His sneer of distaste took in the bolted table, the stained walls, the recording equipment, and finally, his son. He didn't look at Kieran. He looked at the space Kieran occupied, as if he were an unfortunate stain on the scene. If Ben is paying Sterling, why was Kieran's father there??? He does.

Liam…a master of procrastination….

I had to go with an angry emoticon because of the following…talk about evil, vindictive, and self-dealing….oh…and I would have told the director to go and piss up a rope… That's an issue," she said. "And it needs to be dealt with." Her tone stayed calm. But there was urgency beneath it now, a pulse of something close to fear. "Quickly," Marina added. She ended the call, lowered her hand, slipped the phone back into her bag, and walked back toward the set with her face already rearranged into composure, like whatever she'd just set in motion was simply another item on the day's schedule

Well…I like Star Wars and Star Trek….

Truly an immersive experience, and thank you for sharing this.

Thank you for this and eagerly awaiting the next!

Oh my… Is now a good time to note I’ve never seen an episode of Dr Who?

Fingers crossed and hope for the best!

As a Patriots fan, I need to hope to heck it don’t happen!!!

Can’t add much to the comment other than to say…don’t mess with the fricking Volvo! Are you just messing with us, book 3 of the Watchers is coming soon to a favorite gay story site??

Kinda like a bad rash that infested your nether regions and won’t go away….

It shows in the quality of your descriptive writing, it simply boggles the mind that some of these farms are larger than some of our states...

I have to agree with @centexhairysub, Alice needs to be told immediately...they need out of that house ASAP....

Some great stories here and like others, I would like to see more!!

My goodness, for one person to oversee such a large property on a caretaker basis must have been mind-boggling...!