Topher Lydon

Templeman is another of those pleasure to write characters. more on the clever side of Intelligence like in the last book where he follows West to Hailsham, and how he gets Will out of England in time for the vote. here his cat-and-mouse vs Enrico is challenging and definitive, freeing Andrew to handle the Acheron very well.

Oh and I have a question for you guys. I like titles with multiple levels to them for all the Carter books. Carter's Army was about his friends, and the Major's treatment of Will as his little soldier instead of a person. Carter's Vanguard was about being the first to go, ahead of Peter specifically. And His and Andrew's evolution going forward. Carter's Shadow: was obviously a reference to both West and Peter, as well as a reflection on the shadow over his life forming. Carter's Duty: As both a best man and his duty to Andrew... and the crushing weight of it causing his mental breakdown. Carter's War: A reference to his struggle in corporate politics. As well as being pitted against Andrew. And of course Marc and his struggles Carter's Fortress: Will taking a stand. The Political plot, and Andrew's return. Carter's Recourse: Will's choices and decisions, Andrew's duty to protect him, and the choices they both have to make in that. Carter's Breach: Submarine breach of the hull, The Breach of data, the breach in Enrico caused by Ezra falling in love. I am considering *note* considering what to call the next Andrew Carter book, book two of this series, but a continuation of the whole story. Carter's Order. Will is back in politics, a rather senior member of government now. Andrew's taking on the Religious Right and fundamentalists. There's a nuclear bunker in this one... I am thinking of a designated survivor situation... these are formative ideas... you know know what I know about it.... it's that early. But I always start with a title for these books. Does it work? Ha, you lot are now a part of my process, excellent. Now to whip the monkey's on the typewriters...

As I am re-editing/rewriting this... I am realizing it's a very different work than I have ever written. It's beautifully moving in places, I wrote it while working in Cambodia as a Professor, I was spending a lot of time at various temples there and experiencing very strange and new things. It pours into this work. And the love story in it is so... simple and genuine. Stoker is... a curious character. I think what I have written is actually only a fifth of the eventual book, which (considering it's already over 50000 words on my word processor and I am only on Chapter 14 of editing) is also quite a startling realization. I put it aside to write The Fifth Column, and Grip... so it kind of got forgotten on my drive and I am surprised at how much I like it. A new Chapter of this will go live around 4-5 pm, in time for the homeward commute in England.

He does not. He is a victim of his own metaphor, the arrow is gone, and what happens next is beyond his ability to take back

The mythical land where it doesn't snow (as bad) and there's lots of green stuff that might or might not have fueled much of our teenaged philosophy up on the bleachers of a hockey game... Man I loved Western Canada, a whole other world of cool

I was asked, why do I get up at 5am, bleary eyed and in my shirt tails and boxers, and one very large cup of coffee, just to post a chapter a day for/before 6am... If you've ever ridden a British Train, you'll know it is the most mind numbing experience in the world. And i want to make sure my British readers have something to read on their way to work. So cheers to all of you that do (a great number of you by the views at commute times) I'll try to keep it up for you. Now i need more coffee...

BBC News Centre, London, United Kingdom The motorcycle, a dark, powerful beast, carved through the pre-dawn London streets with urgent precision. Its rider, a figure cloaked in sleek, anonymous leathers, leaned into every turn, a whisper of wind as she accelerated through the thinning traffic. Headlights painted fleeting lines on the damp tarmac, streetlights blurred into streaks, and the city, still half-asleep, surrendered to her passage. She moved with a practiced, almost impatient efficien

Some of us shower the night before. And in a house like that, that's an advantage. Some get the mornings, some get the evenings. When I lived in *that* house, with as many people coming and going Marty(Brody) and I would alternate weeks who got which shower when. There were always people round, his girlfriends, my friends, boyfriend, and a best mate that was permenantly living on the sofa. When you're young, and you have a big house, it kinda goes with the territory. Thankfully we had two toilets, and an extra large laundry in the basement. That house, 46 Compata Way, Ottawa, was something special. A new family live there now, doing their thing. But I remember when it was ours, and for Seven years it was home.... horrible pine trees in the garden, my Sprog (I had a Peter, named Kari) who had to handle the garden but was a heck of a lot less effective than Peter in the book is. I wrote these books in that house, and my love for my family shines in them...

It gets explained in a few chapters, the rules. And it's about to hit him with the force of one short, slightly charcoal eyed, gameskeeper.

And not with a Hockey Player for a change... not that I have a type... I am a bit fond of my Academic boys who have their worlds turned upside down by "them Thar Country Folk."

It reads, to someone coming back to the story, a bit Robinson Crusoe, which isn't bad. I am liking the characters of Stoker and Wojciech to write they are a rather interesting pair. And the Bride, let's face it we all need a little 90's punk Goth girl in our lives... Scandalous.

Hall of Mirrors - Æuum – Alpha Site The sound of his own voice, a thin, reedy whisper of "Bloody marvellous," echoed down the corridor, fading into the profound, unsettling silence. It left him with the sinking, chilling realization that he wasn’t insane. Insanity, he reasoned, would mean things weren’t real, that this impossible hallway of endless reflections was a figment of a fractured mind. But the cold, hard reality of the polished glass beneath his fingertips, the dampness clingin

Thanks to @Myr I have permission to post this: https://www.lulu.com/shop/christopher-lydon/carters-breach/ebook/product-rm6n4mj.html?q=Carter's+Breach&page=1&pageSize=4 This is an epub copy of the book at my publishers. It's a way to support the Author, and encourage those who don't want to wait on the daily chapter publishing to grab a copy. There is a print copy of the book available, and will be available on Amazon/Barnes and Noble... etc in the coming days. You are in no way obligated, I will post every chapter of this book here on GA (39 of them in total) every morning about 6am GMT. My other books are all on there as well, if you are interested in other works. FEEDBACK is Mandatory though I require lots of it, and recommendations, and lots of hugs. Did I mention the hugs?

Only two huh? I didn't realize Enrico is so Pedestrian... Well you'll have to find out in the next couple of chapters how many there are.

Two vans. Check the plates

Downing Street, London, United Kingdom The ancient black door of Number 10 Downing Street swung open with a soft, almost reverent hush, ushering Will in from the pre-dawn chill. He hadn't slept, not properly, since Jacob's scare, and the summons had pulled him from a shallow doze beside his son's bed in Canada House. The hour was ridiculous, even for a crisis meeting. He stepped into the dimly lit hallway, his diplomatic composure firmly in place despite his exhaustion, and then he saw

Well, you know, Andrew's so damn hawt, he keeps them all warm.

I'll try to do you worthy, never tried Historical Sci-fi before.

Chapter edited with Twenty-year later experience You don't have to re-read, it's merely me fixing younger me's narrative... It reads better, more descriptive and invocative of the time and feel I want for this text.

yes, yes it is... I wonder how that will be explained. .. hmmmmmmmmm

I know I am taking a day off from The Lion's Pride publishing, to put something to motivate me up. banged out random bit of something... we will see... maybe I can turn this into something, I have twenty three chapters of it kicking on my hard drive, and I don't like wasting things... feedback would be really really appreciated.

Cambridge University - Lent Term – 1910 Wojciech was late for his lecture, an all too common occurrence of late, one that would ensure a good telling off from the Dean once he heard of it. The biting chill of the early March air seemed to mock his tardiness as it seeped through the thin fabric of his dressing gown. He could already picture the Dean’s pursed lips, the disapproving shake of his head, and the inevitable lecture on responsibility and the Tolwyn family honour. It wouldn’t do

Hugo Wojciech is a man of logic. A young, aristocratic student at Cambridge in 1910, he believes in order, science, and the well-defined boundaries of his world. But when a mysterious pocket watch and a chance encounter with a country gamekeeper named Alec Stoker catapult him into a labyrinth of shifting timelines and bizarre dimensions, Hugo's carefully constructed reality shatters. Hugo and Alec must navigate a world of anachronistic warriors, sadistic machine hunters, and enigmatic guides. They are on a collision course with a destiny neither of them chose, but one that is woven into the very fabric of their new, shared existence.

Can I just say, mate, I love your little recap observations. They cheer me up tremendously

135,500 words, 38 chapters, 400 pages. And two words THE END I didn't think I would be able to do this ever again. I was pretty lost along the way... I consider this a personal accomplishment. The Sixteenth book I have ever written, and the first new one in ten years. As soon as I write my epilogue it will be on it's way to my editor, and the publishers. For those that can't wait for it to finish being published here. (I will post one chapter a day until it is complete, and the book will remain here for free as always, but you know, consider supporting a starving author so he can write the next one) I will keep you posted. I need to thank @Myr @Cia and @wildone