Topher Lydon

Actually we know Stoker claimed his own. The spare Hugo was carrying. So we know that someone can carry more than one. And that… under certain circumstances they can be claimed

My lore is it depends on how it is obtained. There is a couple of ways to give up a watch. And Madam Woo might know

Man Dottie has no idea what’s about to hit her.

Rikard is one of those characters that just snarks across a page. He makes bitch an art form lol

Lol

We’re shaped by who we meet, and we shape others in turn. Kind words and gestures make us who we are.

Jimmy quite enjoyed being kissed by someone who actually felt something in the kiss. Kisses without anything behind them were pointless, they did nothing for him. But a kiss with genuine and earnest feeling behind them was almost better than sex. His toes curled, and his world went pop. It was his favourite thing to do, and Hugo bloody knew it. It didn’t hurt that Hugo wasn’t bloody shy about it either. Finding quiet corners around Ottawa to slip into dragging the lamely protesting Jimmy to

Thomas is a favourite of mine, so be prepared. I love a good Monster.

Thomas is where this whole story began, many years ago. Even before Hugo, he was the first character of this story, and the idea that started things into some kind of motion. I enjoy writing him, he's got some of that Rikard energy about him that (excuse the self confidence) I write so well. Here is a peek:

lol, Hugo on the left, Stoker is on the right. I think they're both a bit Twinkish. But Stoker is more muscular of the two, so probably into the edge of Twunk ish ness... if that's a thing

Hugo is 19 in the stories at the start. Stoker is 17. They are both pretty young, and old all at the same time

Hope is never gone. merely lost and waits to be found again.

Little Thomas is the only friend Hugo has in that moment. And in his own way, he helped. Can't expect the devil to be warm and cuddly.

To be fair, out of the two boys... she got the one that is going to make her existence a living hell as long as she tries to hold on to him. Stoker is a major pain in my ass, and I am the writer... imagine what he is going to do to her.

Well tW:PL prologue went live because I am a dumbass and was trying to set it up for auto-publishing for tomorrow morning, and ... was dumb and misread the date. So... surprise and I hope @Cia doesn't feast on my senile and computer illeterate carcas... sorry Cia...

:: sighs :: Fiddly... silly... ugh... I apologize I mis-read the date on the publishing thingy and this went out a day early. Sorry

Hall of Mirrors - Æuum – Alpha Site The world, a vibrant canvas of motion and violence, fractured and collapsed into a thousand shimmering shards. The sickening lurch of the temporal transit was a familiar sensation, but this time, it was laced with a cold, hollow terror. He was alone. The colors and sounds of the lounge dissolved into the sterile, unforgiving expanse of the Hall of Mirrors. The cold, polished granite floor met his feet with a shock that g

Following a soul-shattering paradox, Wojciech is alone in a world of mirrors, haunted by the knowledge that he sacrificed his love, Alec Stoker, to save him. Wojciech must navigate a labyrinth of paradoxes to find and save Alec. As the two men, separated by a metaphysical prison, struggle to find their way back to each other, they discover that their love is the only weapon powerful enough to mend the fractured timelines and confront the ancient evils that seek to consume them. But every step forward is a risk, and every victory may come at a price more terrible than they can imagine

If it comes to a bet of who will win, Hugo vs all of time, I think we all know who's side you lot are on. Stoker's... you lot are ALL on Stoker's side...

Please leave a review or a recommendation for the story, and I will see about getting the second book started on a release schedule for tomorrow morning

:: Bows :: Thank you folks, that's book 1 I hope my little story is worth you sticking with it for book 2 The Watchers : Paradox Lost

New York – November 25th 1953 The air in the Tides of Time lounge was a thick, stagnant fog of pipe smoke and forgotten time, a mixture that felt both comforting and oppressive. The low light, cast by faux gas lamps that flickered with a synthetic, tireless glow, illuminated a room that was a collage of decades and aesthetics. Peeling wallpaper, a muted floral pattern from the 1920s, struggled to hold its own against the fading red velvet of banquettes tha

Literally today, finally explained why they do. So I promise there is a well thought out explanation for their unique ability For most anachronauts it's a roulette, they could end up in the same place at the same time, but on the Dynamic streams they are more likely to end up thousands of miles apart and on a timer. Traveling to Static streams could put them Decades apart, ahead or behind. Always out of sync. I've hinted at it with the Bride and Sinjin, they are experiencing Hugo at different points in his story. The WitchHunter is the most obvious of these. Note that Dottie from the Arena is further ahead in the timestream than Dottie at the party/1953. Subtle but there. Sinjin's knowing of Hugo's name, and the resulting lie he used to cover it up when they first met.

alcohol has always been dangerous to me. The reason I stay away from it for the most part. And this is something my friend Ryan knew, thus the rather unacceptable behaviour by certain friends in the last chapter. I get stupid, and reckless under its influence. I do drink, occasionally, less so now, but it is always with a level of care and caution to insure that I am not where I was in Halifax. I had to go home to England, and the fact that was what got me off of the drink, I couldn't afford it and stuck to my one coke a night rule. A secret I never shared with my friends back then, I was deeply ashamed of it.