Topher Lydon

Matt and Simon make for a surprisingly strong couple through the books. Simon's role grows as I am sure you're seeing. And Matt just stays Matt, cracking jokes and waggling his ears. He has a rather amusing relationship with Simon/Lynix, and his eventual apprenticeship at a Butcher's shop is very much a him thing.

five minutes down the road from me. Funnily enough

And our Tactical pyjama wearing dork is still the best of the lot #TeamMatt !

This is Mr. Ellis's brilliance, Poor Taine is suffering, and Ellis is gobbling it up with glee.

Morgan McNutjob (not her real name)

Chapter Four: The Church and the Cover Story The evening was drawing close and oppressive over Leamington Spa, as if the weather itself was bracing for the chaos to come. Low clouds pressed against the rooftops like a held breath, and the streets were empty in that particular way that suggested everyone sensible was staying indoors. The Hartley kitchen, by contrast, was a riot of controlled chaos. Maps were spread across the table—Ordnance Survey printouts, satellite i

He already has his sights set on a new Blue

You're presuming 1. she is aware of the ritual. 2. That she will be attending it willingly.

Matt is a limpet, found his tribe and won't let go. He's one of those rubber cockroaches you stamp on and just bounces back. I think Charlie (old) might have tried being a bully to Matt... Matt would ignore it and Charlie just gave up. Some people just... are immune to bullying, nothing short of a concentrated betrayal hurts them. And while Charlie was a jerk, he was never evil.

Depends if the police are in on it or not. I mean it could all be a big bubble, with a painted sky, and lights for stars.

i am writing a First crusade battle scene today, where are Crusader army was beset by Seljuk riders, a day of horse archers against an unyielding shield wall. by some miracle they held, a day of unending arrows hammering at them and they did not break. They were scared, trapped, the only thing keeping them alive was an inch of wood. The world about them becoming a field of arrows sticking out of the ground. They were turned into hedgehogs of the things... pressed in with the man next to them, holding fast. They were eventually saved by their allies coming up behind the Seljuk army and surrounding it. But that little knot of boys, no older than the kids in this story, held their ground. Tim is hurting, but he's got Ben, holding his shield up, and Tim will figure this out. Even a monolithic game such as this, so focused on it's victims, doesn't see what is coming up behind it.

Good morning

Chapter 16: The Scorched Earth The world had lost its sound. For Tim, the morning after Justin’s arrest was a silent film projected onto a screen of gray felt. The hallway noises—the slamming lockers, the shrieks of laughter, the mindless chatter—were all muted, distant, as if he were watching his life from the bottom of a deep, still lake. He was a ghost haunting the corridors of his own ruin. Every strategy, every logical pathway he’d so carefully constructed, had led to the echoing cl

Lynix is quite taken with his new house (Simon) it's comfortable, comes with built in slippers, and a breakfast nook. Plus it has access to Matt, with freckles, big ears, and 100% Dorkiness, what's not to love?

it's a soft code, in this one for example he is talking about weapons (specifically torpedoes) being delivered to St. Johns, rearming Andrew and the Free Canadian Navy. Will is the one funneling funds to Enrico, Enrico is using said funds to arm the resistance. Ned is talking about weapons sourcing, delivery and being careful with it. Note he makes jokes and mistakes in patterns. WWIII or IV I forget is an example of this at work. It's really the only way that Enrico can get messages through to Will.

Suplexing good fun

We still have to resolve Charlie's unspoken desires from the last book as well.

Mrs. Hartley continues, through this one, to be a force of Mum. And Lynix is a personal fav of mine.

Best behind in all of Leamington Spa

Chapter Three: The Shopping Trip Sunday afternoon in Leamington Spa had that particular quality of stretched, aimless time that made everyone feel like they should be doing something productive while absolutely refusing to do it. The streets were busy with the usual weekend crowd—families with reluctant children, couples holding hands, groups of students pretending to study in coffee shops. The Demon Hunting Squad—or rather, a carefully curated subset thereof—was gathered on

Pink Falls Blue teeters Orange sits Green looms The the GM wins, for now. Tomorrow, Tim is going to kick some ass.

Chapter 15: The Irreversible Trade The world had narrowed to a single, splintering point of wood and a scream that was not a sound, but a force tearing its way out of Justin’s lungs. “SAM!” The name was a battering ram. The flimsy bathroom lock, never designed to withstand the focused, panicked fury of a varsity athlete, shattered. The door exploded inward, slamming against the tiled wall with a crack that echoed like a gunshot in the small, steam-fogged room. And then,

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