Topher Lydon
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Citadel - Æuum – Delta Site Cherry blossoms drifted down in a gentle blizzard, spiralling light pink on the wind. They settled on the flagstones and collected in small drifts against the red stone walls of the oriental-style stupa. The air, though still and heavy with the promise of rain, carried a faint scent of damp earth and a sharper, more metallic tang that felt profoundly out of place among the meticulously cultivated gardens. Wojciech’s gut tightene
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Story is now marked as complete
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Birmingham, 2010 The air hit them first, a humid, thick blanket of sound and scent that pressed in from all sides. One moment, they were standing in the quiet repose of the hall of mirrors; the next, a wall of the future had simply appeared and engulfed them. It was 2010 by the instructions that Sinjin had provided, and Birmingham was a city lost to a celebration of noise and color, the heart of it thrumming with a rhythm Wojciech and Stoker had neve
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I really want to do a book about Enrico and Xue, they really interest me... Just not sure if there'd be interest in their exploits
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OMG, Stoker is... :: rubs hands down his face:: The unexpected humour when you are trying to write a serious moment.
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Going after the Religious Right in the next one. Setting will be the run up to Covid, and Will will be Foreign Minister. It should be quite an interesting time, Orange will feature, as will a certain tape of a golden variety.
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Not as long as Stoker's going to have his way. Personally in a Stoker vs Time weirdness throw down, my money's on the little guy...
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:: humble bow:: That's it, that's my book. Thank you for reading it. Thank you for leaving a review, or a recommendation. Thank you for pushing me to write it, and to write it better. You're all really awesome, and I am a bit emotional... so... thanks.
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Liverpool Docks - Early Morning The biting cold of the Liverpool docks bit at the air, carrying the scent of salt and diesel. Inside a cavernous, dimly lit warehouse, a lone white van was tucked out of sight, nestled beside a towering shipping container. A group of North Korean Intelligence officers, their faces tight with focus, worked with frantic speed, their movements precise and economical. They were swiftly transferring a large, heavy crate from the back of the van into the cavernous
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I love that you are taking me on your reading journey, it's amazingly cheerful for me
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leave a review or recommendation on the story, and tell your friends. The book in it's entirety is out, you'll find a link to it later.
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Eyrie - Æuum – Charlie Site Stoker sat on a small canvas chair beside a collapsible metal table, a cigarette dangling from his lips. The air was a crisp, biting alpine cold, but the sun, a pale disc in the sky, was trying its best to warm the exposed skin on his face. He leaned back, letting a plume of smoke curl lazily into the stillness, his gaze fixed on the stunning tapestry of treetops that stretched out beneath them. The world was quiet here, a
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Defarge, by the way, is a nod to "A Tale of Two Cities"
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Your feedback was invaluable. I owe you a coffee
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Sorry, I took some of the advice you gave me, it's quite literally just two lines, and a scene at the end of this chapter generated from your feed back, and @drpaladin nothing else should have changed.
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still two chapters yet.... :: grins ::
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sorry was trying to take your advice and fix a few little things. Quite literally just this chapter. One line and one small scene
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Thank you for daring me to do better
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There, I fixed the bloody gun's bullet thing :: sticks out tongue::
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RAF Boulmer The rotors of the Merlin helicopter from HMS Richmond began to slow, their immense thrum gradually fading as the aircraft settled onto the tarmac at RAF Boulmer. Several RAF crew immediately moved in, securing the machine, their movements efficient and practiced. From the side hatch, a Royal Navy Intelligence Lieutenant Commander was carefully helped down to the ground. Andrew, despite his rank, was visibly rattled, battered, and dishevelled, his uniform showing the recent ordea
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Secret Author Contest "Reveal the Secret" - Guess the Author
Topher Lydon replied to Cia's topic in Forum Games and Humor
You just descirbed my average morning, 3-4am start, one of those giant hoodie poncho things, and emotional support coffee.... -
I mean someone had to put Enrico's art out of our misery
