Topher Lydon
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An I hope your happy, I have now spent three chapters this morning, writing about your under-over shotgun anachronism, in great detail, and now a defining Bootstrap Paradox in the narrative, so take that, Trope!
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:: mumbles about narrative tension, and awesomeness ::
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This I didn't know... and dramatically running out of bullets at just the right moment is a trope of all Spy/action stories...
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Something else I really liked about Templeman, marking his combat style as different from Andrew. He was completely non-lethal, firing to disable and control. Where as Andrew is more direct.
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I am going to ask you guys for recommendations, review the story/book, for me please. I worked hard on it, and love each of you reading it. But the recommendations help a lot, and every review is worth gold to a writer.
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"Go Mum!" Another one of those surprise character actions I don't see coming as a writer. Doctor Reed's done a lot of growth in the past few chapters.
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Sorry had to bundle my person out the door to catch an early morning bus. So was running late...mmmmmmmmm coffee is a wonderful thing
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Westferry Circus Car Park, Canary Wharf, London, United Kingdom The crisp air of London carried the distant hum of traffic as Gregory Templeman emerged from the subterranean gloom of the Westferry Circus Car Park. Andrew’s Mustang, now locked and silent behind him, felt both a lifeline and a burden. The weight of Andrew’s Walther P99, cold and solid in his inner jacket pocket, was a constant reminder of the stakes. He was a fugitive, hunted by his own service, relying on the tenuous goodwil
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Oh man, now it's going to be all I see when I type
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The devil fiddles.
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:: bows :; Thank you kindly, there is more of this, several more short stories all along a theme, I will publish them when I have room in my release schedule.
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My logic was they needed the vote share more, it was thousands of jobs, and the company vs jail time for Bruce.
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I love that our dear Stoker has no filter, just says his mind. That and his steadfast Hat-napping
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oh and reviews are requeted Hugs for your Pet Writer is, as always Mandatory!
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fixed it.
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As usual: The first book is finished and the epub is out. Print copy to follow in online bookstores in a few weeks. Support your starving writer. Purchase is NOT mandatory, it's out there for those that can't wait for the daily release of chapters 33 in total. It merely allows me to keep writing and doing what I can. I keep the price as cheap as I can. (as usual thanks @Myr ) https://www.lulu.com/shop/christopher-lydon/the-watchers/ebook/product-458ndwz.html?q=&page=1&pageSize=4
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Library - Æuum – Echo Site At the end of the tunnel the passage opened out into a garden beneath the ground. Beautiful weeping willows cascaded down over different levelled tiers, their slender branches trailing like emerald tears towards the shimmering water. While water swept down in man-made canals, a network of gentle currents irrigating the whole perfectly manicured garden with a soft, constant murmur. The air was cool and fresh, carrying the fa
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Exactly, and I fear happened too often when I was in HR.
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Exactly. Something doesn't add up. And Will is suspicious
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Also I did a thing, :: points to chapter:: You all missed it ::Points to Blake Interview:: Waggles eyebrows See it yet? :: pushes pages closer to your noses :: I'll give you a clue... it might be something to do with Peter... :: holds up pages ::
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I felt it was fair to give Blake a cameo, it also sets him up for future use in books
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Carter's Order, but shhhhh don't tell anyone
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M6 Motorway, Between Manchester and London, United Kingdom The economic purr of the engine was a dull drone beneath Doctor Eleanor Reed's frantic thoughts as her car devoured the miles down the M6 motorway. The sky above was a dark winter grey, mirroring the turmoil in her soul. She gripped the steering wheel, her knuckles white, her gaze fixed on the endless ribbon of asphalt ahead. She was desperate to get to London, to meet Templeman, to find her son. Every mile was a fresh wave of
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I couldn't write what you have here, thank you for having the strength to do it.
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