Topher Lydon

Lynix is rather fond of Matt... or more inappropriately, what Matt does to Simon in supply closets and teacup pajamas. Love Matt, he's just fun

The weather forecast is issuing an Ice and Cold front moving in.

I just find this song really resonates with this book Andrew's loss of who he was. Will's on edge of losing everything he's built. Jason and Peter's losses through the book. And Merrick's taking.

25 The regional Mid-Western Boy Scout Jamboree was a sprawling, chaotic metropolis of canvas tents, smoking fire pits, and the overwhelming, inescapable scent of cheap bug spray and roasting hot dogs. It was a temporary society built upon the foundations of knot-tying, wilderness survival, and hyper-competitive lanyard weaving, stretching across ten acres of state park land bordered by a massive, placid lake. For the normal, mortal pre-teens of Troop 12 and Troop 50, it was the highl

I am intrigued by Catherine Merrick, I do (at somepoint) need to figure out what happens to her. We know she wasn't around to raise Orel, that Oliver did it. I think it is safe to conclude that Oliver is the closest of the three Children to her in temperament and morality. While Tarquin is very much Merrick's son.

Andrew is learning what he does has a cost. Darius, Dylan, et all. Merrick has a pile of bodies that he's standing upon.

Out of the three boys, Tarquin, Oliver and Orel, she tries to save two of them. It takes Oliver a while, but he does eventually break free... as for Orel... Orel found his Finn and he never let go.

Good Morning

The address was a small, unremarkable split-level home in a quiet Brampton neighborhood. It was the kind of deeply domestic, working-class street where everyone knew everyone, where Christmas lights blinked cheerfully from frost-covered gutters, and where a strange, expensive car would be immediately noticed by a dozen watchful eyes behind drawn curtains. Andrew parked his dark Mustang three blocks away, slotting it neatly between a rusted pickup truck and a snowbank. He cut the engine, pl

I might have to include a Scout Sandy, just to fit it in

I really love how Richie's fear and Justin's guilt feel so raw and real. The dialogue flows naturally, and the way you weave in their history together makes the stakes (no pun intended!) feel so much higher. That haunting vision at the end has me genuinely curious about where the story is heading—I'd definitely keep reading to find out who that stranger is!

ok, so you got me interested.