man I need one this morning.
And... I'm sorry guys, bumper long chapter today, which is actually two, put together... but I didn't want to mess with my numbering, so... enjoy the bonus.
Chapter Nineteen
WORLD END: T-minus 109 days, 3 hours, and 00 minutes
24 Sussex Drive, Ottawa, Ontario
Will stared at the speech in front of him, the neat block paragraphs about international trade policies blurring into an indistinct, gray mass. He was supposed to be reviewing the final notes before his trip, but his mind kept looping back to the deep, resonant silence of the house. The quiet here wasn't the natural calm of a well-ordered home; it was the quiet of space
Chapter 9: The Coyote's Howl
The massive radio tower stood on the hilltop like a steel sentinel against the predawn gloom, its highest point dissolving into the low cloud cover. It was a staggering monument to long-distance communication in the wild, built to pierce the northern isolation, and right now, it was Alex’s only remaining chance to signal the world.
Alex stood at the base of the central lattice, leaning heavily on the cold metal. His breath plumed white in the frigid air, a
Andrew knows that know. There is no quarter left, this is a knife fight in a phone booth, and it's going to get dark.
Andrew is interesting for this very evolution, and I agree with you. The only way it is going to end is with one of them killing the other. And now these two characters know it too, it's just gone too far
Andrew had to try, before he crosses the line. Now he knows, without a shadow of a doubt, how this has to end.
I debated this chapter a lot and I decided to let it stand, because it is what Carter would do, even there on the edge of the cliff, he had to give his enemy the chance to step back.
Chapter Eighteen
WORLD END: T-minus 109 days, 10 hours, and 00 minutes
Plattsburgh, New York State. The Gilded Cage Restaurant.
The Gilded Cage Restaurant was an architectural statement—a pavilion of cold, meticulous luxury nestled on the outskirts of Plattsburgh. The vast dining room was unnervingly silent, the bone-white linen and heavy silver catching the faint, cool light of the late afternoon. The air was rich, heavy with the scent of fine wine and absolute, untouchable m
Brody is hard to write in 2025 for a number of reasons. So I keep him in the background and off screen where, I fear, he is likely to remain until I can figure out how to make him fit in our.... newer reality