Topher Lydon

Hope is never gone. merely lost and waits to be found again.

Little Thomas is the only friend Hugo has in that moment. And in his own way, he helped. Can't expect the devil to be warm and cuddly.

To be fair, out of the two boys... she got the one that is going to make her existence a living hell as long as she tries to hold on to him. Stoker is a major pain in my ass, and I am the writer... imagine what he is going to do to her.

Well tW:PL prologue went live because I am a dumbass and was trying to set it up for auto-publishing for tomorrow morning, and ... was dumb and misread the date. So... surprise and I hope @Cia doesn't feast on my senile and computer illeterate carcas... sorry Cia...

:: sighs :: Fiddly... silly... ugh... I apologize I mis-read the date on the publishing thingy and this went out a day early. Sorry

Hall of Mirrors - Æuum – Alpha Site The world, a vibrant canvas of motion and violence, fractured and collapsed into a thousand shimmering shards. The sickening lurch of the temporal transit was a familiar sensation, but this time, it was laced with a cold, hollow terror. He was alone. The colors and sounds of the lounge dissolved into the sterile, unforgiving expanse of the Hall of Mirrors. The cold, polished granite floor met his feet with a shock that g

Following a soul-shattering paradox, Wojciech is alone in a world of mirrors, haunted by the knowledge that he sacrificed his love, Alec Stoker, to save him. Wojciech must navigate a labyrinth of paradoxes to find and save Alec. As the two men, separated by a metaphysical prison, struggle to find their way back to each other, they discover that their love is the only weapon powerful enough to mend the fractured timelines and confront the ancient evils that seek to consume them. But every step forward is a risk, and every victory may come at a price more terrible than they can imagine

If it comes to a bet of who will win, Hugo vs all of time, I think we all know who's side you lot are on. Stoker's... you lot are ALL on Stoker's side...

Please leave a review or a recommendation for the story, and I will see about getting the second book started on a release schedule for tomorrow morning

:: Bows :: Thank you folks, that's book 1 I hope my little story is worth you sticking with it for book 2 The Watchers : Paradox Lost

New York – November 25th 1953 The air in the Tides of Time lounge was a thick, stagnant fog of pipe smoke and forgotten time, a mixture that felt both comforting and oppressive. The low light, cast by faux gas lamps that flickered with a synthetic, tireless glow, illuminated a room that was a collage of decades and aesthetics. Peeling wallpaper, a muted floral pattern from the 1920s, struggled to hold its own against the fading red velvet of banquettes tha

Literally today, finally explained why they do. So I promise there is a well thought out explanation for their unique ability For most anachronauts it's a roulette, they could end up in the same place at the same time, but on the Dynamic streams they are more likely to end up thousands of miles apart and on a timer. Traveling to Static streams could put them Decades apart, ahead or behind. Always out of sync. I've hinted at it with the Bride and Sinjin, they are experiencing Hugo at different points in his story. The WitchHunter is the most obvious of these. Note that Dottie from the Arena is further ahead in the timestream than Dottie at the party/1953. Subtle but there. Sinjin's knowing of Hugo's name, and the resulting lie he used to cover it up when they first met.

alcohol has always been dangerous to me. The reason I stay away from it for the most part. And this is something my friend Ryan knew, thus the rather unacceptable behaviour by certain friends in the last chapter. I get stupid, and reckless under its influence. I do drink, occasionally, less so now, but it is always with a level of care and caution to insure that I am not where I was in Halifax. I had to go home to England, and the fact that was what got me off of the drink, I couldn't afford it and stuck to my one coke a night rule. A secret I never shared with my friends back then, I was deeply ashamed of it.

I wanted to honour the readers who asked for me to introduce Wil, and given that we did discuss this that night, I felt I could use it to frame the incident, and the one to follow. I might use this lens again, it's not something I have tried before and it seems to work nicely to allow context depth.

There is a photo I saw in a Restaurant in Campbellton New Brunswick of James Dean in Time Square, and it was so powerful I had to write about it. That photo is now blown up, and hanging on the wall of my living room as I write this. My friend John, an American who I know and love dearly, insisted on getting it done for me. that piece of writing has been a curse to me over the years, and I like that it is in the past. Somethings are best left there.

We have made great strides in Jimmy’s journey. There are inevitably going to be setbacks, side tracks, and there are always those that will cause others harm. Jimmy’s greatest enemy has always been himself, he suffers from anxiety issues that prey upon him, make him uncertain, and cause him to doubt what he is capable of. The greatest crime of child abuse isn’t the scars, it’s the ingrained doubt. That you aren’t worth it, that you aren’t worthy of love, and that you distrust and disbelieve

Oh... oh boy... @Jeff Burton will rap my knuckles with a ruler if I say any more.

I totally agree, I had to make a compromise based on what would be best for the reader, over the characters. Being this late in the game, as it were, I needed to keep the focus on the immediate problem.

i used to materialize behind students who were acting up. So I had this one student, Eric, who was *ahem* one of those grey hair inducing students, and I had a first year class of ALL female students. I arrived in my lecture hall to find Eric at my podium (he was a second year and wasn't supposed to be there... but he'd spotted pretty pretty girls...) And he was doing what can only be described as a comedy rendition of Prof. Lydon that would have made Rowan Atkinson proud. He was waving about, issuing commands to the room, to the tittering girls who were loving it. Now as I said, I moved extremely quietly when I was in my prime. And I wore soft shoes (comfort thing, you try standing for eight hours a day in bloody Oxfords... no thanks) So I was able to move up behind him. The girls saw me and immediately there was a hush. Eric, being a total dork, kept on with his act... oblivious to the danger he was in. I still remember him freezing in place when he realized something was terribly, horribly wrong. He squeaked... like high pitched Squeak of "Teacher!" As he turned, in abject horror. "Get out Eric." I swear that boy wet himself... ahh memories.

I am told, that I do a rather effective Snape impression. I don't see it, but I do use "Teacher voice" which is a secret super power all teachers have to control rowdy children... which Alan Rickman beautifully brings to the film.

It is a place where people collectively hold their breath. But Anachronisms know of it Which means one other knows of it.

Good morning, One more to go for this one. Then Paradox Lost

Washington D.C. – November 25th 1953 The early morning light was a soft, pale wash over Agent Reed's craftsman kitchen. Wojciech moved with a quiet, methodical rhythm, his hands busy with simple, grounding tasks. He found a loaf of bread and a container of ham in the unfamiliar refrigerator, and began assembling sandwiches, a quiet act of preparation against the long, uncertain day ahead. It was busy work, a way to keep his hands occupied and his mind from

Yeah I think he has the most complete book list, he's always been a really great guy. @Dabeagle also, he was the first to host my work and a damn good friend. A lot of my work is out of print pending a second edition that I need to work through. New epub rules in the EU require them to be reworked to comply. I will get to it, just tired and focused on the writing side and not the publishing side... though I should... it's how my generate income... :: sighs and thinks he should employ his son Jacob to get the work done he's more technically minded ::