Topher Lydon
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Chapter 20: The Break-Up The first sensation was the taste of blood. Not real blood, but the phantom metallic tang of it, coating his tongue like a premonition. The second was the silence. It was a physical weight, pressing down on the locked handicap stall, so profound it seemed to swallow the sound of his own ragged breathing and the frantic, rabbit-quick pulse of Ben beside him. Tim Chen sat on the cold tile floor of the second-floor boys’ bathroom, the Blue Archivist lapt
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Matt is the one normal guy out of the bunch. Every monster hunting team needs a Stiles.
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Something I am working on.
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UK, age of consent is 16. I mean good luck if you have the stamina to keep up... I'll sit back here in my rocker and say "hell no"
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at this rate it'll never vote Reform again
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Mr. Ellis is VERY protective over his perpetual misery machine. It will feed him for an eternity.
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As ever, thank you for reading my work. The 'Charlie vs' books are some new work, written more for a good laugh, and I appreciate that they are being enjoyed. There are two more written and will be added when time slots allow. Again, thanks!
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Taine and the Hartley's are a favoured source of misery/food for Mr. Ellis. He is not about to allow some half-baked Purple haired love witch turned 3rd rate fertility demi-god to ruin his T-bone steak of despair.
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It's a bit like Charlie's Angels... whenever the ratings dipper, or Sweeps came up... Bammo Mission to the beach in Bikinis... they knew their audience.
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17, by the way, is intentional. Not for this book, but eventually. Everything is 17.
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I mean when *last* we saw that particular Pendant it was in a certain demon's hands. hmmmm
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Chapter Seven: The Goddess of Leamington Spa The church doors slammed open with a sound like thunder. Taine led the charge, Tyler at his shoulder, Charlie and Lilith flanking, Matt and Simon bringing up the rear with Chloe and Gregory bringing up the very rear, Gregory clutching his volume of Byron like a talisman. They moved through the nave with practiced precision, six months of demon-hunting experience making their footfalls nearly silent despite the urgency. The i
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The Golden A-hole goes to: Justin Miller for best actor in everything but the *ahem* fun bit, where he wasn't acting.
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Chapter 19: The Scholar's Heart The car ride to the State Finals was a mobile tomb, but the body inside was not dead—it was a sleeper agent, waiting for a signal to detonate. Silence, thick and tactical, pressed in from all sides, a stark contrast to the roaring static of their last CB radio conversation. Justin drove the battered ford pickup, his knuckles a bloodless white on the steering wheel, his gaze fixed on the highway stretching into a gray, indifferent horizon. In the passe
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Love Potion? That's a typical day at your average Secondary School in Warwickshire
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Mrs. Simms pegging Mr. Kearns behind the biology lab for 300 Alex.
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available at a premium.
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Tyler's great, you know he's already calculating his odds at a trio-team up. Plus with all the weirdness they've been through, Tyler gets it. At the end of the day he knows whose bed Taine will come back to at the end of the night, and that's Tyler's source of confidence. That, and he has Michael's prophecy on his side, so fate's in his corner ready to tag in.
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The other-other way to enjoy having sex with oneself.
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Now there's an image of Morgan McNutjob (not her real name) Making out with herself in a mirror, much to Lillith's annoyance. We all know Lynix is going to make catty comments
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Charlie's an interesting one. I do enjoy his evolution over the books, he and Simon have the biggest growth arcs, with Matt close behind. Things starting to come together for them as they work it all out. Mrs. Hartley sitting smug with her glass of wine, knew it all along.
