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.
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
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
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)
I accept no responsibility for this utter chaos fever dream...
I might have been a little... festive in the spirits department when writing this.
I blame... everyone and everything but me.
The Holly Jolly Apocalypse of Big Bill and Rat
ACT I: The Beans and the Behemoth
The world ended not with a bang, but with a psshhhht.
Big Bill remembered it vividly. It was the Great Aerosol Uprising, or as the few survivors north of the border called it, "The day the spray-tanned bastard down south pressed the wrong button." The history books—if there were any left besides the charred comics Rat kept stuffing into his boots for insulation—would say it was geopoliti
The apocalypse is cold, hungry, and feral. Unless you're Big Bill—a grumpy survivor forced into a velvet Santa suit—and Rat, his chaotic elf companion. When they stumble upon the last Coca-Cola Christmas truck, they must use tinned ham, a dead battery, and desperate holiday spirit to survive a troop of cannibalistic Boy Scouts. This Christmas, the last hope isn't a hero. It's a delusion in a red suit.
This one ends tomorrow.
The Epilogue is an announcement
After this I am taking a Carter break while I get other projects out... but they will return.
The next book I am releasing is :
The Acheron is such a fitting name for that boat.
And our good buddy Archer is back (The Damage Control Officer that fished Andrew out of the trapped compartment and stood with him through the crisis)
Anyone that clings to a rock, in the darkest depths of the Atlantic Ocean, and stays there through Winter... While chewing cod, and making tea that is literal syrup...
Yep, I pity anyone that tries to take that Island from them. Newfies are a hardy, stubborn, and brutal lot, and I adore them.
They can shackle him, mock him, parade him.
But Andrew can reach into their safest places.
West can keep those children safe.
He has a rock.
He's got the Royal Navy at his back.
And he has a plan.