This is before he becomes our Dark Sovereign. Heck this is before he marries Will, or even before he starts at his law firm GS&P. He's still very much a kid himself. Jason's Foster Guardian, and still figuring out who he is outside of his relationship.
This is the tragedy of mental illness, it defies rationality because it is, by it's definition, irrational. Something that seems obvious doesn't occour when the brain is malfunctioning. Will is not well, he doesn't realize it, and it is compounding the problem.
Andrew needs something to bring him back.
And I like the Jason/Peter thing, they're spikey but starting to see there's more to each other than they anticipated.
They bicker, bite at each other, and feel more real as that pre-something something couple
Andrew needs a reason to get up, Peter needs a reason to go on, and Jason needs a reason to heal.
Like my last Merrickville book, each character gives reasons to the others.
For those that are interested, it's set in 2001, ten days after the ending of Carter's Shadow, and less than a week after Carter's Duty.
It is not necessary to read those books to understand this one, it is designed to stand on it's own
For Andrew' there's only one type of car.
for those interested, the MULE prototype here was when they were testing the 2005GT, it's a pile of junk at the moment, but you know what it will become.
It's interesting to write Andrew at this point, and Peter. I've long wondered at the missing years. And putting these three (who we knew were the left overs at the time) together in the same house, looking after each other. Three broken boys, each suffering, having to rely upon each other. It sets a tone.
**Act II: The Gravity of Soil and Steel**
The second week in Brody’s house began with the rattling hiss of a lawnmower in the distance and the smell of strong, burnt coffee. Peter McCormick was awake before the sun had fully cleared the treeline, his internal clock still tuned to the frantic, early-morning anxieties of a boy whose world had recently imploded.
He lay in the grey pre-dawn light, listening. The sound of Jason’s breathing from the other bed was a quiet, uneven rhythm. It
Act I: The House of Hissing Shadows
The silence in Brody’s house wasn't peaceful; it was a sentient, malevolent entity. Peter McCormick felt it the moment his key clicked in the lock—a dense, watchful hush that swallowed the sound of the summer street behind him. It didn’t hang in the corners of the vaulted living room; it lurked there, coiled and waiting. It was the kind of silence that followed a scream, that lingered in a hospital corridor after bad news had been delivered. It made the fi
Andrew Highmore's world has shattered. His boyfriend is gone, a traumatized teen is hiding in his guest room, and a violent threat from his past is circling his home. To protect his makeshift family, the gentle law student must become the ruthless strategist his father once was, forging a dangerous alliance to dismantle an empire of hate—one bolt and one secret at a time.
This is a later book plot point.
A chip that Biden has to play in this high stakes poker game.
Both Biden and Trump have realized that Carter is now sitting at the table, and the game is evolving into a three way race.
Cockroaches don't like the light.
Peter is good for this kind of thing, he understands, better than the others, what Ned went through and what it cost him.
Our resident erstwhile Carter lad who plays at being dumb, and hides behind his dumbass demeanor, is just as much a Carter as the others.
Peter has never bought the dumbass Ned act, out of all of them he's known Ned the longest, and they have the most in common.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT: THE QUIET ROOM
Location: The Sunroom, Private Residence, Newfoundland Coast
Time: Evening, July 30th
Status: Alive, just about
The silence in the sunroom overlooking the North Atlantic was a palpable thing. It wasn't empty; it was full. It was full of the ghosts of generations, the weight of the cliffs in the granite foundations, and the thick, humid Newfoundland air that pressed against the tall windows.
Outside, on the wild, wind-scrubbed g