Topher Lydon

Ok to clarify. The stories start with Book one: Carter's Army and follow Will Carter through the next ten years of his life. Growing from a boy into adulthood, and eventually into him becoming a Politician in Canada. The last book of that cycle was Carter's Recourse. The new book is a continuation of the stories, but told primarily from Andrew's perspective and start ten years after Carter's Recourse, and are set in 2015. It *is* a continuation of the story of the two boys you read about in Carter's Army all those years ago. Just, older, wiser, and with more joint pain. At the advice of Myr, I was asked to set a second series for the books from Andrew's perspective. So same world, as the stories here are categorized by World, Series, and book. Hope that helps.

Yep can confirm that it is me. And yes it is the same Saga. I've been writing it for twenty something years. :)

hmm good points, the attack was focused on a housing complex. I should edit that in. As for shooting them, that I think comes from the Rules of engagement. But also a good point, I will edit that too, thank you.

I apologize in advance, Friday's are my weekly hospital trips. the Vampires need their bloods, and as such I am going to try to get tomorrow's chapter done today. But I cannot guarantee, I usually allot mornings for my writing, afternoons for edits and research. Evenings will be the Falcon Banner postings. So just be warned there may be a delay. No planned edits or revisions to this chapter, unlike yesterdays which had tonal and descriptive changes (purists will want to pop back and note the changes. But they aren't needed to move on with the story). As usual, get off yer rears and provide feedback before I mark you all down five points at the end of term.

Thames House, London, United Kingdom The final crack of the pistol snapped through the gloom as it struck the target clear and cleanly. The bullet casing bounced once off of wall, before hitting the floor. It span as it settled, finally coming to rest with the others from the spent magazine of the Walther P99. The gun barrel dropped as Andrew Carter surveyed his result with a professional eye, noting the grouping of clean shots. Even at that range, before the paper target had been

I met the former Prime Minister of Canada in a line at a Tim Horton's, which was amusing, he thought I was a conservative voter (This was JUST before he took over) and bought me a coffee. I wasn't about to say no to free coffee, my boss (Also not a conservative voter) was highly amused. Ahhhhhh Ottawa, so small, so very very small.

Not on my iceberg! And we all know Coca Cola wins

please forgive the inevitable hiccups in this text, as I recall... twenty years ago, when this was written there was a bug in my version of Microsoft Office that caused duplication to occur AFTER the editor did his sweep of the book and before it went to print. This caused entire sections of the book to be duplicated in random places throughout the text. It went to print like that... much to my dismay after the error was found and reported... things were slower in 2006. I will fix them as I catch them. BUT if you, the readers, can do me a favour and spot them and go "HEY look here!" i will fix those as well. Let's turn it into a game, if you guys find 100 examples in this book, I'll publish the next book in the series here EARLY.

The Polians are an extinct race that has crawled into a hole to die. -Enarbrem Sul’Rikard “Amsus High Command Intelligence Documents’ Three Hundred Years Later Arcanis – Polian Alliance “We have to hurry, Master…” The young human man pulled on the sleeve of the worn robe, urging the ancient master onwards, “We have to make the last evacuation.” His deep purple eyes were insistent, leading the frail old being through the ruined halls of the great cathedra

I fell into the memory of Peligia, And awoke lost in a dream of the Peligian Past, And found that I had dug myself a grave in the Peligian future - Doctor Thompson ‘Peligian Journal’ *** Three Hundred Years Prior London, England, Earth, Sol System It would have been beautiful: brilliant orange light that decorated the sky, washing over the crystal domes of the Imperial place. The fires of hundreds of relentless nuclear blasts hammering down from the Amsus fleet in

The next book in the Falcon Banner Saga. A resurgent Empire at war faces the calculating man that brought it tumbling down in the first place. Enarbrem Sul'Rikard, the Chancellor. A genetically augmented mind with his sights set on the elusive power of the long extinct Peligian's and their all important mastery over time itself. Darien Taine stands in his way, but a revolution inside the fledgeling Empire threatens to beat them all before they can meet the true threat. And the One True Emperor, the reluctant God-king, Matthew Elias must rise to take his place or they are all doomed.

forgive me, I tend to fiddle with the writing until I have it quite what I want. I will try to point out when I have done so for those eagre readers who might want to sweep back and see what I have tweaked.

A slight edit, to add alliteration to help set the scene. It needed a bit of vibrancy to help set the tone for 2015

Unfortunately Penguins What do you have against Penguins? I mean, I do, but then I'm widely regarded as a Polar Bear, so you know, those southern-folk down there...

London, United Kingdom As Andrew and William stepped from the discreet Royal Household car, the crisp London air of a December evening, though cool, was quickly replaced by the soft glow and murmur of anticipation emanating from the grand archways of Buckingham Palace. The Great Gate, usually a symbol of stoic tradition, was alive that night, a constant stream of highly polished vehicles depositing figures in their finest. Footmen, immaculate in livery, moved with practiced efficiency,

This was written this morning. It's new.

What I might do is a rewrite of this book. It was the first book I ever had published and the first book with my name on it in print that I held in my hands. It is always going to be special to me.

Many thanks to Cia, my spirit guide through the wonderfully new way of publishing stuff on here. The first chapter is up, first new thing I have published/written/worked on in a long while. I will admit to nerves.

Warwickshire, West Midlands, United Kingdom “I don't need to stress the threat,” Sir Edward Prout's voice was tight over the phone as Andrew Carter walked through the gate of the small, rural house in the middle of the West Midlands countryside. The Director General of MI5 brokered no fools. “Templeman is waiting for you, this is your case, but I want the local police to retain the lead on the investigation. If there are any... problems, Templeman will smooth the ruffled feathers, I hope th

Operating covertly in London, CSIS Senior Intelligence Officer Andrew Carter lives a double life, juggling diplomatic appearances with dangerous intelligence work. His uneasy calm is shattered by the murder of Arthur Finch. Andrew's investigation quickly unravels a terrifying state-sponsored plot. As the pieces connect, he uncovers an audacious scheme: to orchestrate a catastrophic submarine disaster facilitated by a deep-cover mole within the Royal Navy. With MI5's trust hanging by a thread and his own family unknowingly exposed, Andrew races against time.

So here I am at 4:47 am, in need of a cup of coffee, and open office's damn Spell checker decided to break. Like dead, broke...gone, given up the ghost.... I mean I am notoriously a terrible speller (just read one of my books) but seriously? I miss the old Microsoft Office bootleg copy I had on my old computer... say what you will about evil, soulless corporate monoliths, at least the spell check worked. Forgive the old man rant... I need coffee.

I have been asked, and I will confirm that there is a new Carter Book in writing. I have toyed with returning to the series for a very long time. I was discussing it with a couple of readers via private message, encouraging me to do it. There will be some compromises made to get it written. 1. It will need to be written from Andrew's perspective. The evolution of the character in Carter's Recourse puts him squarely in a position to take the lead on this story. 2. There will need to be a passage of time. Coming back to find a characters voice after a long absence will mean I need room to explain character growth and changes in them. 3. I am going to need some patience on it, writing a complex plot that does it justice is not easy. We will see if I can actually pull it off. CSIS, Mustangs, and Ice Hockey coaches do not just jump into saving the world... again. ... damn it there goes that excuse. What I can tell you now is that there is a working title: Carter's Breach a rather... apt title for what I have planned. Water... lots of water.

Oh man, you'd not be the first.

Who?

Thank you all. The people who inspired this. Wil, Marty, Allison, Marc-Andre and so many others. It was started and written over a course of three years, it started on a desk in a call center at the lowest point in my life. I think, honestly, those books saved my life. So much of my raw pain is in those pages, and it was healing to write them. I couldn't have written it without the real world people supporting me, stepping in and caring for me like those characters in the book. I've struggled since those books, health and other life reasons. I earned my Professor-title, taught students, been in some of the weirdest, most insane places in the world. I worked for a time for the UN, I've slept in mud huts, and in luxury hotels. Eaten with a king, talked all night with broken souls, and shared bread with whoever needed it. I've raised my own adopted son, Jacob, and am proud of him beyond my wildest imaginings. Been in love and been loved by giants of souls. Made mistakes, cried, fought, lost, and always, ALWAYS got back up again and gave as good as I got. Thank you Prof. Christopher Patrick Lydon. (A scruffy Brit who wears glasses and drinks too much coffee)