Topher Lydon

Orel's magic is more localized to making every boy in Merrickville, or arrives in... or passes thorugh suddenly pop into a gay revelation. He does own the resevior. Unfortunately the demons know to stay the heck away from him, lest they get turned into Isopods and added to his terrarium.

They loved themselves for four hours... Least Charlie got some answers to his questions. Now Taine needs a bottle of holy water to stop himself from humping his own... oh I give up... Matt was right, this is confusing.

It's all gone a bit wrong.

Chapter Five: The Regency, The Romance, and The Repulsed The world ended in a scream of stained glass. One moment, Taine was holding Morgan's necklace, watching her face twist from fury to something else—something that looked almost like fear. The next, the church windows exploded outward in a cascade of coloured light, and the air itself *screamed*. Lilith's voice, layered with harmonics that made his teeth ache: "Morgan, you *idiot*—" Then nothing. ---

Yes Pink is vacant. i want to make a comment that she's in the brown now... but that would be crass

It's when they go outside the town and realize there's an apocalyptic wasteland out there, and a dog pulling leavers in a roadside toilet is the President.

one advantage to being a player, is they get to see the scale of this game through the archivist portal. Bread and circus is big business to the right advertisers.

Tim also has a credit card now with the one thing they lacked before $$$

Steve's Pizza, with extra sausage.... oh wait... wrong book

uggh my scene breaks disappeared in this one, sorry if it jumps and people teleport. They don't I swear, I'll get the scene breaks back in somehow.

Good morning

Chapter 17: The Devil's Bargain Silence. It was the only thing left in the world. It wasn’t the peaceful quiet of a library or the gentle hush of a snowfall. This was a dense, heavy, suffocating silence, the kind that filled the spaces where hope had been. It was the silence of a tomb, and Tim was the body inside. He lay on the bare mattress in Ben’s room, staring at the water-stained ceiling. He hadn’t moved in hours. His body was a lead weight, his mind a scorched plai

Many of my novels are set in Canada, this series is set in England.

Matt and Simon make for a surprisingly strong couple through the books. Simon's role grows as I am sure you're seeing. And Matt just stays Matt, cracking jokes and waggling his ears. He has a rather amusing relationship with Simon/Lynix, and his eventual apprenticeship at a Butcher's shop is very much a him thing.

five minutes down the road from me. Funnily enough

And our Tactical pyjama wearing dork is still the best of the lot #TeamMatt !

This is Mr. Ellis's brilliance, Poor Taine is suffering, and Ellis is gobbling it up with glee.

Morgan McNutjob (not her real name)

Chapter Four: The Church and the Cover Story The evening was drawing close and oppressive over Leamington Spa, as if the weather itself was bracing for the chaos to come. Low clouds pressed against the rooftops like a held breath, and the streets were empty in that particular way that suggested everyone sensible was staying indoors. The Hartley kitchen, by contrast, was a riot of controlled chaos. Maps were spread across the table—Ordnance Survey printouts, satellite i

He already has his sights set on a new Blue

You're presuming 1. she is aware of the ritual. 2. That she will be attending it willingly.

Matt is a limpet, found his tribe and won't let go. He's one of those rubber cockroaches you stamp on and just bounces back. I think Charlie (old) might have tried being a bully to Matt... Matt would ignore it and Charlie just gave up. Some people just... are immune to bullying, nothing short of a concentrated betrayal hurts them. And while Charlie was a jerk, he was never evil.

Depends if the police are in on it or not. I mean it could all be a big bubble, with a painted sky, and lights for stars.

i am writing a First crusade battle scene today, where are Crusader army was beset by Seljuk riders, a day of horse archers against an unyielding shield wall. by some miracle they held, a day of unending arrows hammering at them and they did not break. They were scared, trapped, the only thing keeping them alive was an inch of wood. The world about them becoming a field of arrows sticking out of the ground. They were turned into hedgehogs of the things... pressed in with the man next to them, holding fast. They were eventually saved by their allies coming up behind the Seljuk army and surrounding it. But that little knot of boys, no older than the kids in this story, held their ground. Tim is hurting, but he's got Ben, holding his shield up, and Tim will figure this out. Even a monolithic game such as this, so focused on it's victims, doesn't see what is coming up behind it.

Good morning