Topher Lydon

needed at least one space nod to our favourite villain.

So I am going to tell a little tale of this book This book was mostly written a few months ago, but with a major rewrite of book 2's ending... specifically Will's disassociative break. I had to rewrite this book as far more kinetic than I intended. It originally started with West's rescue of Peter... a lot more politics, and cat an mouse chasing of moles and things... it was to end with Will's purge. This just didn't work. It made all the characters look incompetent and useless... So I flipped it, I started with the Purge and it gained momentum from there. I had no idea the US was set to invade till literally the morning of publishing that chapter. I sad with two chapters in my hands one going one way, the other going this way... It was why that chapter was late releasing that morning. I was torn, what do I do. Then I decided I wanted to go with the hard road. It was more compelling, deeper and it opened the door to something new. And I love an opportunity. Carter's Campaign is that opportunity, and I couldn't pass on the chance to write something... that spoke to me. So... here we are. Andrew was supposed to get home in like Chapter 7 of the original, there's a wonderful scene of him blocking the road in front of Will's motorcade and Will protecting his Andrew. But it simply didn't work as it killed Andrew's momentum, and I don't think anyone wanted to read about a broken Andrew sitting on a couch. This way rapidly became the only way for the story. So thank you for putting up with my manic 4 am revisions, and my endless coffee inflicted mega chapters... they were never supposed to be this big. But when you're working with expanding a much smaller book out to nearly double it's length... and worth. I think we got there.

Glorious, looking forward to this

Tomorrow something normal, and romantic. A cozy Romance story featuring Tabby and Alvin

Why... WHY?!?! What am I doing wrong... I didn't click anything and I just set it to publish as 10 am... and it goes live now... am I just blind? Did I offend the GA gods, or do they just like messing with me... or.... Le sigh HAPPY Xmas, ignore the chaos and wreckage of my morning And um, I am sorry for the utter lunatic manic fever dream that is this story.

ACT TWO: The Ballad of Velocity and Vandalism Space is not silent. Not when you’re inside a glorified trash compactor that’s trying to shake itself apart on a spiritual level. The Toxic Trash Panda didn’t fly—it protested the laws of physics through sheer sonic violence. Inside the cockpit, the noise was a physical entity. A cacophony of rattling teeth, screaming metal, and the thumping bass of Kael’s “Boarding Action Hype Mix Vol. 4.” "Stabilizers are at 40% and dropping!" Riv

ACT ONE: The Neon Manger of Neo-Kowloon Orbital The sleeping quarters of the Toxic Trash Panda smelled intensely of synthetic lavender body spray, ozone, and the distinct, copper tang of four grown men sleeping in a pile. It was a compact space, engineered for two, but currently holding double occupancy through a complex architectural feat involving tangled limbs and a shared, democratic refusal to respect personal boundaries. A hibernating star-nosed mole would have found the arrangement c

The Toxic Trash Panda is a garbage scow of chaotic himbos. Kael (Fabulous), Jax (Muscle), River (Nerd), and Zane (Brooding) are broke, vain, and co-dependent. On Christmas Eve in Neo-Kowloon Orbital, they intercept the Silent Night—a corporate prison ship ferrying orphans to a life of forced caroling. Outraged by the beige uniforms and the sheer lack of festive flair, these four disasters suit up in tactical glitter to stage the galaxy’s most stylish prison break. It’s a festive, chaotic space opera about found family, fighting capitalism, and looking absolutely flawless while doing it.

O7 Yes General Calvin, sir!

Carter's man, troublemakers... can't seem to keep 'em down. a 15/16 year old Jacob is going to be a handful (poor poor Tommy) Ned's either going to give Enrico a heart attack or try to seduce the old fox. Andrew's got most of the Canadian Navy, the CFB's on the Rock, and a division or two of Canadian Army backing him up. Not to mention my ex Wil's formidable Blackwatch, Yani, and a whole lot of pain heading American's way. And let's not forget Uncle Peter, I pity the poor American patrol that comes across him on a bad day... I mean he's about as terrifying as a Husky puppy in a snow drift, but West... West's never going to be more than a step away.

This is the conclusion of the Order Trilogy. I am rather fond of Will's plan, Will Carter being Will Carter, and finding a way to get back up and punch the bully.

battered... smothered in seasalt and malt vinegar, wrapped in newspaper with copious amounts of real chips... I know my supper tonight !!!

Fishing nets do awful things to navy ship propellers. Andrew's evolution to the next book is towards the Leader of the Free North I have an arc for Jacob, and that means Tommy's gotta keep him out of trouble. Ned working for El Coyote (Si, why did I agree to this hermano? The man is... an idiota!) And 110% more Brody, Lisa, and Caleb loose on the Campaign trail... I am rather looking forward to them bull dozing the establishment.

I mean, he does have his hands on a Nuclear Submarine, with a crew that are loyal to him, and a very angry British Government... and a pack of feral fishermen (Newfies, man... terrifying beasts)

So the announcement I promised: Coming Next Year 2024 is a battleground, and a new challenger enters the race. They took his nation, now he's taking theirs. The King of the North is ready for the next fight. Carter's Campaign

Morning, due to an error, hit refresh and check, the epilogue should load now.

CHAPTER 22 December 25, 2019 – 02:30 EST WORLD END: T-minus 77 days, 8 hours, and 30 minutes The Harding Farm, Merrickville, Ontario The farmhouse was exactly as West remembered it—a sturdy, unpretentious anchor of white siding with a porch that faced west, standing defiant against the driving snow. It hadn't changed in all the 150 years it had been standing, and right now, that permanence was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. The tires of the X5 crun

sorry that was meant for you. Marc Lawrence is first introduced in this book

This was the first book with him.

I mean, i generally presume one of us *is* the fruitcake!

I get one bottle of Baileys a year, it's my tradition, and I may or maynot spike my coffee in the morning in the run up... and so That particular morning was... a four coffee morning... and when I imbibe I tend to get into a comedic mood.. Thus this one and the next one... which was written after this one... which means I was waaaay more Festive than I care to remember (Care/could)

Tomorrow we go to the depths of space (Oh gods why did I do this to myself)