Chapter Seven: Attack of the Killer Cabbages (or, Meat-Flora)
The stakeout had been boring for approximately three hours, and Charlie was fairly certain he was going to lose his mind.
Not in the existential, undead-hunger way from before. That had faded to something manageable—a background hum instead of a screaming static. No, this was the kind of mind-loss that came from sitting in a cramped BMW with Tyler's elbow in his ribs, watching a closed butcher shop in the middle o
oh no no, no... Atreus is not dead, no.
Every penny Darien has is sent home for that boy's upkeep. Baroness Haskal raises him, just like she raised Darien.
Fitz-something in Northern France implies a bastard son. So "It's complicated" and Darien isn't talking about it. Til his Pappa Haskal Clubs him round the head with a gauntlet. Slow burn, but he's eight at this point in time. Above is a snippet from book 4.
Wow
Thank you as always for reading. It is always amazing reading these thanks @Myr
Granny's got a plan is a favourite story of mine, and seeing it top out a category is... wow, thank you.
i am definately a carnivore.... however, I love tofu, prepared right it is a cost effective alternate to meat and mmmmmm so good in stews and soups alongside ramen... and... ooooo Lunch today is going to be sooo good.
It was a decisive battle in the early campaign, and introduces our antagonist well. Kilij Arslan was a BASTARD, but he was an effective one. Ruthless, brutal, and bled the Crusade. It starts with 150,000 men, by the time Arslan is done with it, it's 12,000 at most. One of the most effective Generals of the Crusades.
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The road from Nicaea led east, and the east led to hell.
Darien had known heat before. He'd sweated through summers in Normandy, roasted on the decks of ships crossing the Mediterranean, baked in the Anatolian foothills outside the city's walls. But this—this was something else. This was heat that didn't just press down but reached *inside*, drying the mouth, cracking the lips, turning the brain to wool inside the skull. It was heat that made men look at their
yes. to both.
Pip can change his appearance at will, since Cherub's are typically descirbed as this:
I thought it best for him to have this power.
As for Mrs. Hartley, well Pip did say one of his powers was Gentle nudges.
I mean if you want to get technical there wasn't a "Northern Kingdom" and the whole Crusade would be talking old French, so I don't mind getting a little "Romantic" with the language.
Oh Alexios saved that city, the Crusaders would have sacked it and burned it, and given Raymond, Boehemond's disregard for oaths to him, they'd never have given it back to him. He did what he had to do, but to the Crusaders that was a high betrayal.
Pip isn't on the Taine Train.
He can see the wrecking ball that the professor is. And Pip's right, if Taine actually loved Charlie, he'd be with Charlie. Stringing both Tyler and Charlie along because he doesn't want to hurt them is possibly worse than actually getting it over with. Taine, gridlocked by his own ethics...
Nope, Pip's got no time for that sanctimonious BS
Chapter Six: The Cherub Who Surfed
Charlie was still processing the garden when the doorbell rang.
He'd barely made it inside, barely had time to register that Matt had hugged him and made him laugh and reminded him that friendship was still a thing that existed in this world. His cheeks were flushed from their wrestling, his sides still ached from laughing, and for a moment—just a moment—the weight of everything had lifted.
Then the doorbell rang.
Mrs. Hartley's
I finished: The Lord of the Pierced Dawn this morning. I will start working on the Fourth and final book which should see the return from the Crusades. 1100 a new Century, a new era.
Wylan's no fool, he gets written off, but he's by far the most intelligent out of the group. Radoslav hides his intelligence and is a savy operator who hides it behind the smell and the playboy persona. He does, however, see Wylan clearly, the way Haskal does.
This keeps Radoslav's host alive through some darkness to come.