Topher Lydon
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FRIDAY NIGHT Isaac Foster had been waiting for the police to show up for three days. He had known it was coming with the absolute, terrifying certainty of a physical law. Gravity pulled things downward; water froze at thirty-two degrees; and in Grey Harbor, the weird kid with the camera always took the fall. Vickie Morrison was dead, her body pulled from the freezing mud of the river, and Isaac was the most glaringly obvious suspect on the board. He was the outcast. He was the freak
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Ahh a peculiarity of King Henry I, he had EPIC amounts of children. Most of which were Legitimized bastards. It's one thing to marry a bastard to a bastard, another thing to marry him to the Crown Princess of the Realm.
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The Duke of Lothar is not going to like that one little bit
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King Henry I's court was FASCINATING, there was so much going on. Very LGBT+ mix of ruthlessness, libertarianism, and power. With a Church watching on in horror.
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TBH I am not sure which was the more deadly struggle. The Crusade, or the peace that is 12th Century France.
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Lothar didn't count on his son actually falling for Atreus. Now that is a serious complication to his ambitions. And King Henry's plan to unite the Kingdoms of England and France meet resistance.
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Tomas's arrogance hiding massive insecurities. Atreus doing what his father has always done, earning the people around him.
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Good Morning
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The Great Hall of La Douairière had never been intended for the delicate, perfumed dances of high court politics. It was a fortress dining space, built from rough-hewn basalt and heavy oak timbers, designed to withstand the brutal winters of the Vexin and to seat hardened mercenaries who preferred the honest, boisterous camaraderie of roasted boar and spilled ale. Its acoustics were meant to amplify the songs of battle and the clash of tankards, not the whispered treachery of dukes and kings.
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Chapter Six: The Meatloaf
Topher Lydon commented on Topher Lydon's story chapter in Chapter Six: The Meatloaf
I found in my experience, that CPS in small towns are not the best at their jobs. -
Rite of passage into the Vanguard.
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Chapter Six: The Meatloaf
Topher Lydon commented on Topher Lydon's story chapter in Chapter Six: The Meatloaf
She has so little, but the fact that she refuses to let him get up until he's eaten his fill is very telling. Sometimes it is the poorest amongst us who understand what it means to be kind. -
Chapter Six: The Meatloaf
Topher Lydon commented on Topher Lydon's story chapter in Chapter Six: The Meatloaf
Elena's going to take Diana's lies to pieces. -
FRIDAY NIGHT The truck rattled to a stop in front of a house that looked like it had been standing since before Grey Harbor was a town. Caleb stared through the rain-streaked window. The paint was peeling. The porch sagged on one side. A wind chime made of beer bottles hung from the eaves, clinking softly in the damp air. The yard wasn't overgrown, exactly—it was just... tired. Like the people who lived here had more important things to worry about than landscaping. Billy kille
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Maaaaaaaaaaaybe I mean he's Julian's knight, so who better to lead his army
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Snot got a name, even if he's a prince, till he earns it. Ser Val's going to ring his bell
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King Henry I Things have just become even more complicated
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Diminished but not done yet. Darien proving why he's a good father.
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The morning air in the Lower Bailey was crisp, smelling sharply of woodsmoke, damp earth, and the distinct, metallic tang of the armorers' anvils ringing in the distance. For Prince Casimir, however, the air tasted entirely of miracles. He was sitting on a sturdy wooden crate at the edge of the secondary training ring, a massive, leather-bound volume of Roman history resting open on his lap. He was not reading a single word of it. His dark brown eyes were fixed with absolute, unblink
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It's funny, because Wylan is far from a Hedge mage. He's had years of studying the Byzantine Grimoire, of using magic with Ishan, and held his own against more powerful mages than Morwenna. And Morwenna's missed one key thing, Wylan is far from alone.
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I notice this as well. It's always a bit odd. I can track a steady trail off over time, that's natural. But that first chapter is always an oddity.
