Topher Lydon

GRAND THEFT CHERUB!!!!

The Jeep Willys was a vintage, open-air model, painted a bright, aggressively cheerful shade of canary yellow. It had likely been intended for wealthy tourists to rent for scenic, wind-in-your-hair drives along the coastal cliffs. Instead, it was currently rolling down the resort's service paths at exactly four miles per hour, serving as the mobile command center for the most highly structured, ruthlessly efficient supernatural labor dispute in recorded history. Matt sat in the drive

There we go, just finished this book today. 20 chapters in total. I am already formulating one set in 1996, 2008, 2012 and 2026 (multiple time points. Focusing on Peter and Tommy the two adoptees of the family and their very specific relationship to the Carter family.) The working title is CARTER'S WARD

Poor Peter, always getting dragged into bullshit by Will, Andrew or West. I think he's at a point now where he just knows he's going to end up getting beaten up, stuffed into the trunks of cars, or dangled precariously over danger like a pinata.

They've suceeded in peaking Tanaka's curiosity And Tanaka is one man I never want to attract the attention of.

Good Morning

The walk from the industrial east end to Spadina Avenue took twenty brutal minutes. The temperature had plummeted, turning the damp Toronto evening into a razor-sharp, freezing onslaught. The wind howled off Lake Ontario, carrying with it a fine, driving sleet that stung exposed skin and rapidly turned the city sidewalks into treacherous sheets of black ice. Andrew Carter felt none of the cold. His entire nervous system was running on the hyper-focused, lethal clarity of a Section Commande

thanks, and Will is the Deputy Leader of the party officially, and acting as the Interim Leader... I should be more clear with that.

Give Lynix a moment to stop being vain and notice

Matt proving, yet again, that he's pretty awesome with kids.

The premium villa at the Emerald Vista Resort and Spa had been unceremoniously transformed from a bastion of tropical luxury into a highly classified, moderately sticky, heavily fortified command center. Matt sat cross-legged on the cool tile floor of the living room, wearing neon pineapple board shorts and a look of profound, unwavering dedication to his newly appointed role. In his left ear, the small, pulsing, bioluminescent shell he had lovingly named Derek rested securely, broadcastin

OK so the political reality behind all of this. Recourse was written in Winter 2005/2006 with the collapse of Paul Martin's government. The man was awful, lied, cheated, corrupt... he earned his utter destruction. The Liberal party was plunged into a horrific mess that saw Stephen Harper (a proto trump) rise to power with his Reform-Conservative government. The Liberal Party Leadership contest was led by a man called Ignatieff, an outsider, elitist academic with no clue what being a political party leader actually meant. This was NOT the lowest point for the Liberal Party, that hit in 2011 after a second disasterous election in which the Liberal Party was blasted back to the stone age... dropping to only a mere 34 seats. Dragging it to Third in Parliament for the first time in Canadian History... It was a disaster. It took a long time, 2015, until they were able to win an election again. 10 years in the Wilderness. Then Trudeau rebuilt the party and retook the country (just in time. Stephen Harper was in the process, literally, or RENAMING the Canadian Government to " Stephen Harper's Government of Canada. " (And you thought the Kennedy Center was bad) Harper's ego was ... astounding. Will's next ten years are ROUGH politically. He's going to lose more than he wins, and it is going to be a struggle. But we know he eventually becomes Prime Minister in our timeline in Winter 2019. But getting there, that's a trip and a half.

I wanted, with this one, to show the fall out of what happened after Recourse. It devastated Will's political party, leaving a 26 year old Will running a party that has lost it's leadership, the trust of the voters, and its direction. Will is now the Kingmaker, unable to take the throne himself, he must care-take, and ensure that the next person is the right person to lead. He is in for one of the roughest periods of his early career.

The alarm clock on Will Carter’s nightstand went off at exactly four-thirty in the morning, a harsh, electronic blare that sliced through the quiet dark of the Wellesley townhouse. Will was awake before the second beep. In truth, he hadn't really slept at all. He reached out with his left hand, fumbling blindly in the dark to hit the snooze button, careful not to twist his torso. The dull, relentless ache in his right shoulder was a constant, waking nightmare. The high-caliber bullet he ha

It sure was!!!!

Simply beautiful story, and I am a sucker for temporal love stories.

If it counts, yours was hands down my favourite this year.

awww now I have to refer to @Cane23 as my no1. supafan for the next year... :: huffs :: fine... that's what I get for not hiding myself nearly as well as I thought. Well there WAS a difference

Hah didn't fool a couple of you. I blame society

Fear not, Peter's on Wedding planning, it's a military operation... allonzy!

Cecil hasn't quite gotten used to the idea that his Daddy's are separated yet...

Use your inner incubus! I don't have an inner Incubus! I am literally an incubus AND inside of you!

forgive my lateness... I was installing an espresso Portafilter holder next to my machine... it was an ordeal... Bob Villa I am not. um, hi there... enjoy more Hartley Chaos... All hail the dark lord Cecil!

The Caribbean sun was no longer a celestial marvel; it was a personal insult. Pip sat on the edge of the plush, absurdly high-thread-count bed in their premium villa, staring down at his legs. For twelve thousand years, his physical form had been an indestructible, self-maintaining vessel of divine grace. He had stood in the fires of Gomorrah and felt only a pleasant warmth. He had waded through the icy depths of the ninth circle of Hell and never once shivered. His skin was supposed to ra