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Ha. I remember, I felt almost bad for writing it. No Sam didn't go back to Mark, I would have been mad too, if he'd decided to do that. I'm so glad you liked it and that you're not longer pissed at us.

You don't know how many storm videos I watched. I wanted to get it right, we don't have that many storms here.When I start a story I write what comes into my mind. Then I let it simmer,aka start deleting the blah/water, like a good broth. I'm glad you like it. Thank you Cia.

Yes. Although 'storm' and 'Nature's Wrath' isn't really new, it still is a very good metaphor for what Sam and Mark are doing here, and what Mark inadvertently did to Paul. Ha, you noticed it. Thank you Cole!

Yes, sometimes you wish you could undo things, take back words, but you can't. Life has only one direction: forward.Thank you Jo Ann, for the usual nudge too.

Many readers said how much they'd hate Mark for what he did to Sam. It made me think. Why would/could someone do what he did? Would he regret it? The more I thought about, the more this story took shape. It was one of the reasons I decided to write a Four Perspective series. Thank you Lisa! Couldn't have done it without you.

I'd like to have 3,14 pieces for my friends tonight.

Cumulonimbus Cumulonimbus, from the Latin cumulus ("heap") and nimbus ("rainstorm", "storm cloud"), is a dense towering vertical cloud associated with thunderstorms and atmospheric instability, forming from water vapor carried by powerful upward air currents. (Source: Wikipedia) Mark squinted through the rain, his fingers tapping the steering wheel in a rapid beat, willing the red light to turn green, Now! Now! Now! He briefly entertained the thought of how it would be if he could change

Mark's day starts with Sam's favorite song playing on his phone. Followed by storm warnings and a bad day at work he thinks the day can't get worse when he runs intoSam's truck on his way home. Mark knows he should have talked to his ex months ago and spontaneously follows him to do just that. It can't get worse. Right?

I love bending AND breaking the rules once in a while. My vampires can walk in the sunshine. The new vampire learns that burning to death in the sun is just a rumor, like hating garlic or holy water. For me mixing these things with 'by-the-book vampire traits' like night-sight e.g. is the real fun in writing vampire fantasy. Another thing is what Cassie called 'high fantasy'. Funny as it may be, I try to write according to the rules here, holy grail and all that.

This community is great, but sometimes you need a real touch, a real hug. All I can do is wishing with all my heart that you'll find them eventually. Until then an e-hug might help.

Thank you. Could we maybe not talk about him anymore?

Thanks nos. :)You always need a madman to spice things up, don't you think?

I forgot to remind Lisa. Oh shit! I reminded her everytime in the last years but this time I forgot!

Happy Birthday!

Welcome to GA, Benedicte! Have fun!

I'm with Sly, someday I want to visit New Orleans and compare Mardi Gras with our Karneval. We have parades, a big one on Monday (Rosenmontag) and smaller ones from Sunday to Tuesday in the other districts of the city. Karneval is a big deal around here, which means I usually flee the city.

Okay, so if nobody has ever seen a constructive and helpful review, you should read this one. Thank you Tucker! I'd like to PM you and explain some things, if you don't mind.

Thank you Jo Ann.That exactly it: Love can't fix everything, it would be nice but sadly it doesn't work this way.On a side note: I watched 'Serenity' the other day Zoë: So... trap? Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: Trap. Zoë: We goin' in? Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: Ain't but a few hours out. Hoban 'Wash' Washburn: Yeah, but... remember the part where it's a trap?

Thank you Lisa! Lol, yep you definitely like the story if there is lots of tissue involved, right?

Thank you Cole. I kinda barged into your setting with my warlords, so I'm glad you like them. Oh yes Fearghas' story...

I wonder why nobody complains about fish. There they are, looking at you and your children with their sad, dead, milky eyes, if they still have a head, that is. Next somebody wants the fishmonger to blacken the windows of the sales counter (or however that thing is called). Yep. It isn't possible for everyone living in a big city to hunt, but in theory, that would put the whole 'where do I get my next piece of meat' into the right perspective again. In the past people didn't waste meat, it was too expensive and rare. They didn't eat meat every day or several times daily. They also wouldn't dream of wasting all the tasty things Andy and zombie mentioned. With my background I wouldn't eat liver, kidneys etc., even if I would still eat meat. I had the pleasure to work with those in the lab, frankly they are the garbage can of the body and today's garbage isn't anything I'd wanted to eat. And don't get me started on the number of antibiotics that didn't work on my astrocytes cultures, because the calves where the brain came from had been treated with them since day one of their existence. Oh and rustle...does a cherry tree count if I planted it myself?

I missed the story when you started it, but I'm so glad I found it now. It's surprising how cool Jonas is about his job and boss, I like it, it makes him special. And there has to be something good for him soon, beside his new job. I'm curious why his boss knew all about the date. Hmmm

Great chapter Cole! I really like your idea that Zegan is still somehow with Yadrey. And he is furious and wants revenge! Good for him. Maybe he'll get some help with it.

Beautiful story Ron. Nicely told. I liked the difference between the two gardens/worlds and the description of how Tom dodged the bees. I could see it and almost hear them hum. Would it be bad if I wanted to know more? Although, this ending is good too, I have to make up my own story out of it. Thank you.

Taranis stared at the frozen image. "Lord Urien Maciomhair." "Yes." Endora waved her hand, the image vanished and the surface of the mirror became liquid silver again. "You know how a warlord comes into power?" She covered the bowl with the white cloth, watching Taranis closely. The ranger nodded. "By performing the Fāta." Turning her head away from Taranis, Endora tried to hide her gleeful grin, but she forgot about the wolf. Looking directly into his yellow eyes, she felt his knowing gaze p