Topher Lydon
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So I had a meeting with some old University collegues, one a Philosophy Prof. One an Ethics Prof. And a few others in a Whatsapp... Where I posed the question: Is it cheating if you go back in time to a point before your partner has met you, and slept with them. OH MAN the debate raged... back and forth. Wil, my Wil, joined in through a separate conversation on Facebook. At the end of the day the jury was out on a definitive yes/no, but the consensus was "Hugo should ask Stoker."
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As I said yesterday I just ‘ad t’ave ye… Stoker has always known what he wanted. And that, I think, was what Madam Woo wanted to remind Hugo of
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Gotta give us points for not breaking character
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Middlesex – 1836 - November 26th The air of November 26th, 1836, was a physical weight, a damp, biting chill that seeped into the very marrow of Wojciech’s bones. It was a world of muted colors and somber sounds, a stark contrast to the kaleidoscopic chaos of Kulai City and the silent, sterile future of Henry’s home. Here, there was only the low rustle of fallen leaves under his heavy, borrowed boots, the distant caw of a crow, and the steady, rhythmic dru
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Poor Templeman, forever the butt of jokes in the MI5 gun range.
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Some kisses are earned.
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In Carter's Breach I lost count of bullets, and so made a mistake where Templeman ejected a half empty magazine from a rifle. Much to @drpaladin 's great amusement
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Wil was the slowest I ever took a relationship. Which is why it endures to this day. Slowing down, and building something... it seems that we forget about this these days.
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Wil and my @#$@%-ing Cornish Pasties! #%@%$-ing Wil Utter tit!
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Well we are beginning a new arc of Jimmy. This one will carry him through till Toronto… and that is a tough time. It feels like stepping into a new season, a shift in the weather. I tried to write about Marc-Andre once before. He’s in one of my other books. But I never felt I did him the justice that he deserves. Characters seldom quite match the reality of a person, they lack the complexities that come with flesh and blood, the small, defining quirks that make them truly live and breathe.
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In a few days, as we approach them, can I send you a couple of chapters for your "special" eye? Just to make sure I got it right? I don't want a repeat of Templeman's great adventures in miscounting.
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That's how I tried to work the A.O.I. Seemed the most logical way of describing how it worked. The ideal vs. the bot filled, AI driven mess that infests it like a virus.
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remember one of the very first truths that Stoker ever told his Hugo. I think it was right when he lost his temper with him in the Eyrie and they... *ahem* finally got past Hugo's idiocy. “Like the fact you keep lookin’ at me like other men look at girls,” Stoker said, his voice dropping to a near whisper, his eyes fixed on Wojciech’s, a direct, undeniable challenge. “First time I seed you I thought… I thought you were different.”
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Love is true. It's everything else that's a lie. Love can be a weapon, it can be exploited, twisted and stolen... But the Love itself... that is a truth that is undeniable. True love is a power stronger than conviction, it guides us, freed us, and builds us. Love it not good, it is not evil. Love just is. Nothing is going to stop Hugo once he gets going, not Dottie, not the United States, not time... nothing.
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Kulai City – Æuum – Bravo Site – November 26th The guesthouse was an oasis of tranquility, a stark and elegant contrast to the raw panic that consumed Wojciech’s mind. He lay on a futon in a spare, minimalist room, the paper walls a soft, creamy white. The air, warm and still, was thick with the scent of sandalwood. Outside, the city of Kulai pulsed with a muffled, distant hum. Inside, there was only the quiet, rhythmic sound of Madam Woo’s breath as she t
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Spiderman ideally... but I ALWAYS end up with the ironmen... Marvel or DC?
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Mycroft without a hesitation Watson or Moriarty?
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Tall and thin.... Holmes or Marple?
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Frenchmen, oh man I have dated so many short, annoying, and totally loveable Frenchmen Beach holiday... got mistaken for a Doctor on a cruise once... that went very badly... never again. And blueberry every time Nerds or Geeks?
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Policemen... yep... Handcuffs or truncheon?
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Worked in a restaurant, Chef would murder me if I said anything other than Take it into the kitchen, let it look at the flame, slap it back on a plate and bring it out to me. ((Damn got pipped)) Salmon, that I caught myself up on the lake Charming Brits, or Rugged Canadians?
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I'm old... I might have been mixed up... it's been a decade...
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I love Grilled Alaskan Salmon Restaurant or Cafe?
