Topher Lydon

No one plays with Mr. Ellis's food. His misery engine chugs along, generating him lots of misery-fuel

Tyler and Charlie have ZERO interest in each other. Tyler's always been more attracted to Taine's soul than his looks. And Charlie isn't into muscle jocks... so... probably not the solution.

It gets resolved, as it has to. Tyler, wonderful Tyler, isn't stupid and he knows. But he is also surprising and very much the man we've come to love. So trust the Tyler, the Tyler knows what to do.

That ends book 2 and sets up book 3: Thank you for reading my little story, Like, recommend, hit the button (black looks like a medal up by where you like the chapter) Give me a review, I love those!!!!! And tomorrow we start the Anti-Vegan. Where Salad fights back, and you will never look at BABY vegetables the same way again!

Chapter Fourteen: Epilogue — The Aftermath Three days later, Leamington Spa was deep in the grip of its most powerful supernatural force: aggressive British denial. The pink dome might as well never have existed. The love-crazed revelers? A collective hallucination, clearly. The giant flesh monster that had briefly consumed half the town before exploding into a thousand confused, naked people? Absolutely not discussed, thank you very much. The *Leamington Observer* ran a fro

Poor Wylan, as if Lloyd and Val don't tease him enough... now he has to explain shaving his *ahem*

This complication for Wylan ends up causing Darien a few issues, but given how he feels about Wylan, that man will protect the boy he's become attached to.

I admit that I am enjoying this one greatly. There is magic in it, but it's very restrained as you will see. It's more about the comradery of the Squires and about Haskal and Darien's father/son dynamic. Tomorrow they reach Constantinople, and the Court of Emperor Alexios. Boy oh boy were there a lot of shenanigans going on in the background to all of this. It was fascinating to research. A lot of the beats in this story are direct and historical. Radoslav takes on the role of Lord Bohemond, while Haskal and Darien take on the role of Lord Tancred. Darien, Val and Lloyd each have thier key role. Darien as the Lieutenant to the army, Val as the Lord of Horse, and Lloyd and his mouse The Squires are just as important, Wylan, Julian, Ashot and Stephen all earn their keep. Ashot is a favourite of mine he's ... fun. Each of them shines in their own ways, and I like their dynamics. They're interesting enough that I am contemplating letting them have a short five or six chapter story of their own... because it would be fun.

Poor Darien, his squire is now richer than him. It's very bodyguard of him

Looks like Little Lord Wylan is in a pickle

Ch6 Wylan woke to the sound of waves and the uncomfortable realization that he had no idea what today would bring. He lay still in the narrow bed, Darien's arm heavy across his chest, Bran's warmth pressed against his legs. The inn room was quiet—no creaking ship timbers, no shouted sailor songs, just the distant murmur of the city waking beyond the shuttered window. For a moment, he let himself pretend this was normal. That waking tangled together with his knight was just..

no one said "what kind" of gas it was And UK comedy trope is EVERYTHING is a gas leak. Random explosion, gas leak. Devil spawn throwing a rave, gas leak. Andrew Mountbatten Windsor... big gas leak.

Charlie-2 or better known as Retro-Charlie. The other boy is Matt.

There at a point where they aren't lying to each other. And we all know Lloyd knows what's up. Because Lloyd always knows. Val suspects. Haskal is mildly grumpy, and Julian is Julian... clueless for now.

Simon's lovely, next book he's on probation for summoning an Eldritch Horror without a license.

Do you know where your Shoggoth is?

It was a typical stop over on the way to Constantinople (reached in two chapters) Messina has one more chapter, King Radoslav yet again, deciding things are one way and no one DARING to correct him.

One more chapter to go, then:

Chapter Thirteen: The Forbidden Meatball The Book of Shadows lay open on the floor, inches from Simon's face. Ancient symbols stared back at him—arcane markings, infernal syntax, layers of magical notation that would have taken most scholars years to decipher. The pages fluttered in a breeze that didn't exist, turning themselves as if inviting him to read, to learn, to understand. Simon blinked through his cracked glasses. He should have been terrified. He should

Sounds like a typical day in High school

'cause that's never ever gone wrong And Papa Haskal doing his thing.