Topher Lydon
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mmmm a nice Chianti... yum!
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Good morning. Silas done f-d up and he knows it.
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Chapter Fourteen Saturday, December 21st, 2019. 5:30 P.M. WORLD END: T-minus 81 days, 10 hours, and 30 minutes The Plantation Command Post, Ruston Parish, Louisiana. The decaying grandeur of the old antebellum house in Ruston Parish served as Enrico Alvarez’s command center. The structure, now a facade of Southern gothic decay, was a perfect cloak. Inside the main parlor—where Confederate officers once debated honor over mint juleps—the air conditioning unit, a non-negot
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Gene Barry I think... wow now that is going back to Sunday afternoons, after Bonanza at my Grans
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And bear in mind, while they share characters, the events are largely non-canon in the main Carter series. The Coyote books are designed deliberately as fluff, they're a bit of fun for me to write. like... it's a really exaggerated form of the universe/world. I honestly just write this because they are a bit of fun for me, and for you readers. To explain their purpose I am exploring and testing a new writing format with these. A 4/1 style, with "one more chapter" endings... I am teaching myself with these to be a better writer. So again, don't take them too seriously, they're for fun
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The second book of this little series, I will release come the New Year
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There is always the fine print on one of little Timmy McCormick's telegrams...
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At least they are consistent... dumb as a bag of hammers, but consistent.
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only face Andrew would actually recognize for half a continent.
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Perspective, I wrote this from Brian's perspective and I stand by it. Andrew's, I am sure, will be very different. But it does amuse me to give a little bad guy energy. It's the Alex Ryder trope, where MI6 are ALWAYS the bad guys to Ryder. I mean you'd have to be to send a 14 year old off to be a spy like that. So remember it's a trope and I am having fun with it. No CSIS agents were harmed in the filming of this story... Ninja Pastry Chef Giraffe's however...
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Mine's a drunk intern, with scissors... hacking my beautiful writing to pieces and inserting BOLD type in for no good reason other than it's drunk and thinks it's funny. :: grumbles about the hours long argument over the spelling of Pajamas... ::
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Well, they are kind of riding into a trap, eyes wide open.
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Ha my delivery required a signiture the other day Pretty little young woman standing there holding onto my bottle of Bailey's tittering and asking if I was having a Merry Christmas... Me being a grump said no, signed the digital thingy, and slammed the door on it. :: grumbles about not having time for Twenty somethings wanting to go on a dino safari :: for clarification, in my old age I am looking more and more like Richard Attenborough of Jurassic Park fame, hat and white beard included. (the jokes I put up with on my trips into town are annoying)
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shhh later
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Abigail in this one, powerhouse.
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**Chapter 17: The Crucible of Home ** The Tremont Hotel’s dining room was a universe away from the smoky, sawdust-covered floor of the Gilded Cage. It existed in a different stratum of reality, a plane of existence built on gilt edges, whispered fortunes, and the absolute, unspoken certainty of its own permanence. It was a cathedral of crystal. Dozens of chandeliers, each a waterfall of frozen light, dripped from a ceiling painted with fat, rosy-cheeked cherubs cavorting amongst cl
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Are you trying to give our poor baptist boy a stroke?
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i mean the sheer trail of shocked and horrified pointing fingers at the horrifically cruel shame that lovely Mustang has to wear... screaming Chicken! The indignity... that Enrico can follow right to him.
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I very nearly bought one of this back in 96. Brown with that same Trans-am decal on the hood (my god some people have no... there's wrong and there's just plain wrong!) I didn't like how the gears slipped on it... but it was so very very 80's. I bought a Chevy in the end... I always was more a Pickup man... but man I wanted that pony...
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Hello Horse:
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Not to mention being America's most wanted man when the CIA realize he's loose.
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He'd just had enough of the bad food, and the 2 star accommodation. His Yelp review is going to be harsh.
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