Topher Lydon

Yes you are right on the mother front, fixed it. (again this was written before Micheline was an actual character of her own. So discrepancies and proto-characters that just fit when this all became a series)

No, definitely an editor's gaff. Fixed it now

My god a chapter that didn't require hours of meticulous rewriting. I need more coffee, on to the next.

This character and his #@$#%@# wife. What the heck was I thinking when I wrote these absolute miseries of people. Rafik and Farah, as I recall were two people I knew, heavily edited and kind of defined 2001-2002 for me when I was living in Toronto. Toxic people feeding into an unhealthy situation. Vampires in their own right, draining me by what they thought was friendship.

Good point, I am going to steal that. Thank you Matty, you're now part of the book.

Working on it. Put this whole book down to sixteen year old me, twenty three year old me, and twenty five year old me not knowing what the heck I was doing... a whole bunch of laziness on the part of the editor... and me trusting... blindly... that no one would notice Franken-book rising from the grave and eating some of my best work for breakfast.

FINALLY fixed the beep beep beep -ing format issue. <- Lesson to all you mushroom first time writers out there. Don't edit stuff after a six hour train journey and no sleep... and copy-paste EVERYthing into a seperate word processor. I lost the first two chapters of this revision, TWICE to the evil page-back button on the mouse and the ether.

Revision up

See above response, bear with me

It was written first, before all the others... It's rough, some of it very very early in my writing career... Bear with me while I fix it...

I am working to fix it, it was my very first book... some of it was written when I was 16... I am 47 now... just... bear with me while I work on it.

What the hell went wrong with this... I am rereading my own work after... nearly two decades. And this book is a mess, it was edited three different times in three different ways. Clashing story elements, proto-characters... dropped ideas... Hasty revision that in places contradicts itself literally in two adjacent paragraphs... I know I was messed up when writing this... but God's I am so sorry this book still exists in this state. Not any more though, I have my word processor open, and I am going to fix this train wreck of a book. Apologies but I am 178 pages in, and like hell am I going to let this franken-book sabotage my story arc, series and work any further. Bear with me, Renovations in progress.

shhhhhhhhhh that's a secret...

This one was third in the timeline, but the second to last Carter book I wrote. I remember needing something fresh, to look at things from a different lens. I had never been happy with duty, and I wanted something to expand and build on that.

The bus Station was in Ottawa, good old Greyhound upper end of downtown I want to say near James Street from my memory.

The dedication plate of the USS Laffey, the ship that wouldn't die. I read it when I was going through what Will went through and it kept me strong. Thank you for giving me the full source of the quote, that was a gift and I appreciate it.

Wow you guys made me blush

Reading into the rules and regulations for posting stories, I would be forfeiting certain rights and violating some of the site rules were I to post the series here. Considering I still get royalties from these books that are required income and that I might run afoul of the 'Bait and switch' rules as I have read and understood them, I can't release the rest of this series here at this time without talking it through with site moderators. I am sorry, these two books were published here *before* such rules existed, and I have always considered them to be free releases and happy for them to continue here as public access. But I do need to retain certain distribution rights on this series. I apologize if that is disappointing, but I intend to follow the rules of this site as written. They have been a tremendous source of support over the past twenty years of my writing, I respect them greatly, and I support their reasons for such rules.

Can do

Warehouse Max approached the warehouse door, looking at Jae who was standing by the damaged Lamborghini, the laptop on his lap as he squinted his eyes at the data on it. “Where’s…?” he asked, shrugging deeper into his coat, trying to ward of the frigid chill in the early hours of the morning. “She’s gone,” Jae said, shaking his head. Lifting his phone and showing Max the text message. Take Max and Run! “We have to do something…” Max said swallowing as he re-read t

With the final chapter going live today, that will conclude this book. Please let me know what you think of it, give a review, feedback is the fuel us authors need to keep going.

Hey all, happy to be back. To be releasing the end of a book, and breaking into my stash of other writings that are kicking about on my disks.

Warehouse District Mister Cooper drew the sharp knife across the leather of the seat cushion, reaching in to recover his memory card, relieved to finally have it back in his hands once again. So much trouble over such a small thing. He held it up to the light, the briefcase of money sitting on the roof of the car that was parked in the disused warehouse that he’d ‘borrowed’ years ago. An old Russian Mafia haven that had been forgotten in the clean up after Yeltsin had died. The owner,

MKAD In 1995-1997 the MKAD had been widened from the initial four lane road to a ten lane super-highway, all intersections had become grade-separated, and bridges were built to accommodate pedestrians. Along its great length traffic lights had been removed, and a solid concrete barrier had been installed in the median. In 2001 all slow-moving vehicles were banned from entering the MKAD and the renovated road officially received a freeway designation from the mayor's office. It now stoo

Would you believe that this was the first book I ever wrote. It predated all the others, and was the hardest for me to write, work in to the rest of the storyline. Were I to go back and rewrite this one would be the first I would do so with. When I wrote this one I was... not in a good place, it was written on the desk of a job I hated, in a city that was bleak and harsh. I remember being on a train, my head against the glass, staring at everything I hated and... well you get the idea. I didn't know it, but a friend of mine, Jamie, was on the train and right behind me. He watched me in my darkest, and most alone moment and reached out, just a simple hand on my shoulder, lending me a little of his strength and I got through it. This book is so raw with that emotion, and I owed it to myself to publish it. It is not my finest work, but the chapter with Will walking in the rain was the first short story I ever wrote, back when I was 15...