Sasha Distan

Thanks so much Cole! My husband thinks the younger Gods should be in a band... he keeps trying to find a name for them, and I keep shutting him in his office!

Complex is one way of putting it! depending when you dip into the pantheon, various people are children, or siblings, or parents of each other. They swap familial relationships and sometimes genders all the time! That's why I picked when I wanted and made a reference document, because otherwise it's all way too confusing. I'm glad that you liked it, and thank you.

Thank you Jeff! However if you're careful, you'll notice Marty and Hrishi's sixth form is the same one Cole Sathie attended in Don't Shout, and the one I went to. It helps!

Anubis is much fairer than everyone thinks he is! And Set's a dick. I'm glad you liked the ending, it's my favourite bit too.

You think that's rough? Oh hun, you'd have spent my entire teenage years on the phone to the police/social services! There is often a direct correlation between social status/wealth and tolerance in this country, it is a sad thing, but it is changing.

yeah, babies do that, but they make up for it by being incredibly cute. And if you're lucky, and get one which sleeps, the lack of sex doesn't last forever.

thanks very much.

planning is everything. Hey don't worry, if you get to early Dec 2017 and you find yourself without a plan, just shout, and we'll all pitch in and give you ideas.

Well, welcome to you, and to your shy friend. I promise we don't bite, it's safe for him to come say hi too.

Horus can't stay mad, even when he loses at Senet. and yeah, Nefertum and Nebthet have inadvertently given Anubis a great gift. They might come to regret that.

Anubis knows how to keep the men in his life happy, don't you worry about that ;P I'm so happy to have converted you! We look forwards to your company for Anu's next adventure!

My brain is a very busy place hun. I'm glad you liked it.

Maybe over a short distance, but not for very long. Those big chunky hounds can go all day long at the horses fetlocks, and still have energy to chase the fox. Dashi is good for a couple of miles, and then he has to have a sofa.

You're going to love some of the tidbits in this, I just know it. All the technical stuff has been checked by my software engineer husband, so it should read well. I'll hear your shriek of delight when we get to chapter 11!

An interesting start, and I liked the use of the flashback - the perfect length and told us exactly what we needed to know. That was a lot of new characters to name and introduce very quickly though, and I’m already slightly confused as to who everybody is. I like the sound of Marc, I knew a guy like him - good at everything and super nice. He was impossible to hate.

I doubt he knows I’m watching him. If he did, he’d probably stop, or slap me if he’s feeling brave, but he certainly wouldn’t just keep going like that. Surely, he can’t know I’m watching him. It’s unspeakably early for a Tuesday morning. I left the house to avoid my parents and their arguments. They were loud enough this time that I could hear them all the way from my bedroom in the east wing of the house, a fancy name for the semi-independent extension my father had built so he could quietly

When guitar wielding Marty happens upon know-it-all nerd Hrishi in the showers at college, he thinks he might have died and gone to heaven. But Hrishi is stronger than he looks, and Marty is about to discover that he has hidden depths himself.

Why, thank you! hot and bothered, and warm and fuzzy is a good combo for one chapter I think!

I live in a place where there is also no snow, though we do get cold and damp (less fun). I write about snow from a place of memory and great longing.

I like being unexpected! Well done for understanding the bear - maybe you're a bear person, or you have one waiting to invade your life?

he's just stubborn and shy.... and yeah, he's a lucky guy. Glad you're enjoying the book.

I shoot, I gut, I butcher. I raise animals and I'm OK with killing them. So it should come as no surprise that I like Hunting. And when I say Hunting with a capital H, and because I am, at least technically English, I mean Fox Hunting. Fox Hunting is not a sport, but an integral part of the culture of the countryside where I'm from. Contrary to popular belief not everyone who rides in a hunt or supports it is rich, or a landowner, or votes Conservative. There are a lot of people poorer than me, some richer. A lot of people far less educated than me, many differently educated than me, some who make me feel stupid - and not just because of their attitudes. I've meet some wonderful, kind, empathic people through the Hunt, and some who are utter dick heads. Because it is a cultural landmark of many, many people. The social-media sphere of the morally 'correct' would have everyone believe that everyone who supports Hunting is a murderer, an evil person who cares nothing for the land, the animals, the foxes. And yet they could not be more wrong. Foxes are beautiful, glorious, cunning, irritating and essential creatures. But we took away their top predator, and they have no direct competition, and the weather is generally mild in our land. Foxes can decimate livestock: chickens, ducks, young lambs in the field, and there is only so much fences and gates can do. The hunting ban came into force 11 years ago, and since then drag hunts are the norm. People say we shouldn't bother anymore, but the hounds need to run, and the mere presence of Huntsmen, horses, and dogs in the fields wards off the fox and his wiles. After the hunt has come through, we won't see hide nor hair of a fox for weeks. Today, I took our 14 months old Goblin boy to his very first Hunt meet. It was lovely, the horses shone, the Huntmaster smiled and waved, people cheered. A very VERY large and friendly foxhound came to sniff at Dashi, then the buggy, then rested his chin next to Goblin's face and my son stared and giggled at him. It was a beautiful moment, I wish I had pictures. I have every faith that big, unfamiliar, and fluffy dog would have posed no risk to my little boy at all. Dashi was rather in-awe of him. Long may we continue to see the horses ride out in their splendour with the baying of the hounds. One day my son might ride with them.

I loved that my dad hated that song. I used to put it on all the time at Christmas. 2016 still has teeth, and it's still got time to take people who have touched us. Damn.

Thank you!

thank you very much, and I'm so glad you're enjoying the story