Topher Lydon

I was dared, by my friend, to somehow work the words Giant Magic Mushroom in the Sky into a book. I obliged and won the bet. Thus not having to do dishes for a month. Worth every word.

These guys make their own hope at times. General Ramsey (Masconi's father) has an amazing plan coming up that buys them time, a bit Theodan on the plains, but it gets the job done. Plus Katz is there, and when you don't have Darien, Katz will do what he has to. I was, at this time, evolving Katz from Fighter pilot to his own ship Captain, filling a role that Darien couldn't fill any longer. Darien was more Macro plot, and Katz stepped in to be more the Taine we were used to... Tain lite, all the kick ass, none of the baggage.

Unknown Location, Unknown System, Unknown Territory “Where am I?” Darien coughed, listening to the sound of rain as it flowed somewhere outside. A loud pattering of rain on leaves, falling heavily through underbrush, the wind stirring the tops of trees. There was peace and quiet, no sound of engines, no chatter of radios, just silence and solitude. He rolled on the coarse cotton sheet, coughing again. His back arched with the pain that lanced through him and he curled deeper into the b

Thank you, I feel much the same for your work. Now onwards, Ezra's in danger and Enrico has decisions to make.

hahahahah, Though I admit, who are we kidding. There is no way in hell that Andrew would allow his Sprog to drive anything but a Mustang. Though Will will insist that Andrew be nowhere near the driving lessons. Oh man, one mad Carter man driving is bad enough, but two... there wouldn't be an Ottawa road safe again.

I must admit I do miss a bit of the Teenage angst... At least Jacob will be grown up a bit in time for when I write the next one(setting wise) Now i just have to figure out what kind of over the top muscle car to give him just to spite you I am thinking a Lada, just to be obnoxious.

Indeed, but combine it with what is to come and you turn a *might* into an absolute.

My favourite Actress. Well caught, even I didn't notice the subconscious reference

Someone's gonna get what's coming to him, from Will, Andrew, Enrico, or certain Chinese women with an agenda.

This, here, is exactly what I wanted. In the past books Andrew's perspective and focus was very much on what he could do for Will. In this book I get to explore what he gets from the relationship. That Will is just as important for Andrew, vital even. The best relationships are the ones that contain that blind trust that no matter what, they can rely upon each other. Later chapters, Will will be exploring his political future and Andrew will take his turn being the rock.

As for the next: I absolutely can not count the number of times I've done this EXACT thing. While I don't think of myself as particularly handsome, I do seem to attract the younger ones with daddy issues with alarming frequency. The interaction with Sergie was friggen' awesome. I wouldn't have thought to do it like that, but it seems so dead on now that I think about it, which goes to show why this is a great series. Bloodless, but chillingly cold. Keeping Andrew's righteous alignment given the work, the lies, and the constant instability of the ground he is standing on is really hard. Honestly the hardest thing I have had to write. In the last book protecting Will was easy and a no brainer. But this is very different.

That would be unacceptable, I am waiting for Skyler's rise to supreme head of the Gay Mafia, displacing Elton John as the Fairy Godfather!

Let me know when you are caught up and I will slip you the advance copies of the written chapters if you want them. I am working on 14 as I write this.

And finally, damn we aren't wasting time. Let's get into it. But Christ, that nostalgia, right in the chest. It's funny but writing them together after so long, I just knew every action reaction and thought. I thought I would have trouble finding their voices again, but since they're so ingrained. My first real characters, and I've had them so long by this point that it was like they'd never gone anywhere. They're so easy with each other that it is a pleasure to write them.

high praise from you mate.

I am proud to say that the Canadian politicians have their elbows up. And as long as I am still breathing, no one's turning Canada into the 51st anything. Pollivre and his Conservative cronies be damned. Don't worry, I have full plans to have our dear Politician turned diplomat make his feelings on the subject very well known. I wonder if I can have Andrew et al steal a certain Moscow Hotel tape... The thought of taking on the Cult of Personality south of the border in a subsequent book in the series is very tempting. But no idea what I'd call it, I don't think "Carter's very mashed up rotten Orange Stomping" flows too well...

Excuse the earlier version that saw the massive revision struggle I was having with this chapter... All ruddy night, and no sleep. 10 different rewrites of Sinclair vs Enrico, a consistency pass with my digital consistency editing software... and somehow EVERY edited version of the scene wound up in the text >.< modern tech sucks, sorry you guys had to reread the same two paragraphs over and over and over ten times. I have edited it now. Should be free from that. Apologies again, too tried, going to find coffee

Lancaster House, St James's, London, United Kingdom The air in the private meeting room at Lancaster House was a heavy, suffocating blanket of barely contained fury. Sunlight, weak and diffused through the tall windows, did little to lighten the mood, merely illuminating the dust motes dancing in the strained silence. Untouched cups of tea and coffee sat on the polished mahogany, mirroring the untouched pleasantries that had long since evaporated. At the head of the table Will was sit

Faraday cages are fallable as long as people are. They are, essentially, a box. What you put inside the box is cut off from outside signals. Wifi, radio, etc. They are deadzones to anything outside them. So when Reed's laptop went inside one, no wifi signal triggered the program to go active. When she left the cage, the laptop detected a wifi signal again, and that was the condition for it to send it's data, and wipe the program. The failure in security was they allowed her to take her laptop inside and then bring it back out again.

Bingo

Sorry I disappointed you. But there is a story here, and stories must involve conflict and change. That may be difficult, but there is a bond of trust between a reader and a writer, a bond of trust that says that I know my characters. And if you think Matt will let something as silly as this stop him from being his trueself, or that I would allow that to happen... then so be it. For the rest, though, that read on and know the rest of the story... They know that nothing will hold him back from protecting the people he loves. Oh and I wrote all of this story, thanks.

That has to be one of the hardest things about this. It's too easy to fall into the computer magic realm. I was sitting there thinking how would I get or use a Faraday cage against itself. Seemed logical that since it blocks Wifi signals, then that would be a trigger... rest went through logic. I was tempted to use a key logger, but that seemed impractical and wouldn't get the data that was needed. And yes Carter's Pandemic might be an interesting read/writing experience if I wanted to dive into the high tech espionage world of the modern.

Mine, by the way, is St. Gabrlel Possenti. Patron saint claimed by Red Necks for Handguns, and standing their ground... His reality would melt their brains, Gay, often found in compromising situations with other Italian lads in barns, ran to the Church to hide in that era when that's all an out Gay kid could do to avoid being lynched. Wrestled endlessly with his affections for other boys. Died young and "Pure" the church claimed after burning all his journals and letters to ensure the truth never got out. Oh and I take the Mustang crack personnally! Great writing, it is evolving as a story and I am liking Ryan more and more. Layers, onions... and depth.

As promised, one Matthew "Edward" Elias, and he's getting his Darien back. Thank you very much, screw you mechanical nightmare machine. Been waiting for his return since the last book, and all you who doubted him, and thought Matty was going to roll over and let something as silly as a memory wipe take that away from him

Lex Talionis – Yeji-Sola System “You will be interested to learn,” Lex stated, walking around the black metal table as it rotated away from electrodes, turning and folding flat, laying the quivering Highlord for a brief respite from the unending pain, “That the Diffusion Tensor Imaging scan of your neural cortex shows that your neurological condition is a direct result of a loss of dopaminergic neurons,” the hologram pointed to an area of the Highlord’s head, moving back a little as he demo