**Chapter 10: The Kindling and the Quiet**
The morning after the frost—and the fight—the Doily Dungeon was silent.
It wasn't the peaceful quiet of a library or the heavy quiet of a church. It was the silence of a house holding its breath, waiting for a structural beam to snap. Alvin woke in a bed that had gone cold, the space beside him empty and smooth. He reached back automatically, his hand seeking the solid, radiating warmth that had become his anchor over the last few months.
I like authenticity in the writers I read.
I have moral issues with certain demographics writing AT other demographics. But that is a me issue, not a critique of them. I'm a bit of a Vegan when it comes to what I read/watch, I like a certain amount of honesty in it.
That said, when an author crosses the divide and actually writes FOR another demographic, that's when it blows the socks off. I want more of it, I want to be able to enjoy a story that speaks to me in a voice I know rings true.
I think the intentions of the author shows in their writing. And those writers that understand their characters and the motivations, those are the best ones.
hah, Astra's are the worst. My Dad had one for the longest time, awful POS.
Police car of choice over here for the longest time as well. Blue lights and that screech of Neee-Naaaw
Conan's rules, if you're strong enough, come and try to take it.
So far Kier's had image, and strength of will on his side. That's not going to save him from Dyson.
What will is that he's smarter than Dyson, and his people are more loyal.
Chapter Ten: The Lieutenant of the Loading Bay
Harrisons was no longer a place of work. It was a colony, and Kieran was its distant, unspoken sovereign.
He stood on the loading dock, the mid-morning drizzle beading on the shoulders of his stolen suit jacket. He smoked a Marlboro Red from the tribute packet, watching the ecosystem of the bay reorganise itself around a new, toxic sun.
In the centre of the concrete expanse, a minor revolution was underway.
Lee—the trembling,
That's presuming that Alvin cannot survive the Winter. He might learn he can survive on his own. I mean he's awesome too right?
And you think the town's going to let their little Alley Cat freeze?
Trust me, expereince a Canadian Winter, and you will understand why a massive amount of Canadians live in Florida in the Winter.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Snowbird_(person)