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Topher Lydon

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  1. The rain had begun again by the time Edward crossed London Bridge, a fine, misting drizzle that clung to the wool of his coat and settled like a cold sweat against his skin. Southwark lay ahead, a dark, sprawling warren of alleys and low-timbered taverns that smelled of river mud, cheap gin, and desperation. It was a place where gentlemen only went when they wished to remain unseen, a sanctuary for the city’s underbelly. Edward kept his head down, the collar of his threadbare velvet coat turned
  2. London, September 1748 The trick to escaping Bedlam, Jonas had discovered, was not to be the maddest man in the room. That honour belonged to the fellow in the next cell who spent his days trying to catch flies with his teeth and his nights singing hymns in a language no one had ever heard. No, the trick was to be just interesting enough that the keepers forgot to lock the door properly. He had been at it for three weeks. Three weeks of asking the right questions in the wrong way. Thre
  3. Two ruined men—one a disgraced aristocrat, the other a madman fleeing Bedlam—forge an unlikely alliance in 1748 London. To survive, they must navigate a world of gambling dens, back-alley degradation, and highway robbery. But when their partnership deepens into something more dangerous than any heist, they’ll discover that survival is cheaper than love—and far less costly. A gritty historical romance about redemption, resilience, and finding family in the darkest places.
  4. T'virith really wanted that specific pillow. And not at all because he's grown fond of Hollis, nope, Kareshi don't roll that way...
  5. The shuttle was falling. It was not crashing. It was falling. There is a profound, terrifying difference in the physics of the two events. A crash is a sudden, violent conclusion. A fall is an agonizing process, a prolonged suspension in the terrifying space between life and inevitable impact. This particular process had started exactly forty-five seconds ago when a massive, superheated plasma bolt from an unknown alien vessel had sheared the starboard nacelle clean off the Paradox shuttle
  6. But then Andrew would miss out on the bikini briefs
  7. 09:00 – USS Kearsarge (LHD-3), Central Mediterranean The transition from a hostile, asymmetric urban warzone to the sterile, hyper-regulated environment of a United States Wasp-class amphibious assault ship was a jarring, almost hallucinatory physiological shock. For the past twelve hours, Will Carter’s reality had been defined by the scent of pulverized concrete, raw sewage, oxidized gun oil, and the sharp, undeniable copper tang of human blood. He had navigated the apocalyptic
  8. True, and totally unable to stop a certain British Warlock from immolating his new hat.
  9. Time for Flynn to do what he's good at, some good old fashioned detective work.
  10. The House always Wins
  11. Spike'd like to remind you, it's casual Friday!
  12. The WWE event was a cathedral of noise and sweat and manufactured violence, and Poitr McGuire soon-to-be O’Briain hated every single second of it. He stood in the concourse of the Crypto.com Arena—he still thought of it as Staples Center, because he was British and stubborn and change was an insult to his delicate sensibilities—and watched a sea of humanity surge past him in both directions. Families with children in replica championship belts. Drunk men in their thirties wearing face pain
  13. Poor Andrew knows... and has a hate on for Marine-one
  14. Topher Lydon

    Chapter 1

    Eastbourne-Tales Ottawa-Tales
  15. The humming part of this chapter was important for me when writing. The family gathering behind their hurting crewmate and showing him, and the eggs that they are not alone.
  16. The Zodiac dropped out of warp space with a heavy, protesting groan from its spherical brass drive core, the blinding starlines of faster-than-light travel snapping back into the cold, static points of the local cosmos. The command deck was quiet, bathed in the soft, functional glow of the navigation consoles. Hollis sat in the center seat, the heavy leather jacket resting comfortably across his shoulders. He rubbed his eyes, feeling the residual exhaustion of the past several days settlin
  17. I shouldn't laugh, that poor guy.... but even still all I can see is a helicopter tetherball taking flight
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