Topher Lydon
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Oh I think the Prince made his own mind up about what he wants. Now, if only he can get a remarkably clueless, stubborn, and wholly Teenage boy to wake up long enough to notice him. Poor... Poor Cas. Atreus is dense as a brick.
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The dawn mist over the Vexin was so thick that Atreus could taste the basalt on his tongue. The Messer in his hand felt wrong—curved, tip-heavy, a Saracen's blade pretending to be a Frankish gift. Atreus stood in the center of the muddy ring, the heavy, Saracen-style Messer in his hand. He was trying to execute the basic overhead guard Ser Lloyd had taught him—the "High Roof"—but the blade felt wrong. It was curved, weighted toward the tip, and the sharp, upswept point seemed to pull his c
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Prologue: The Riverbank
Topher Lydon commented on Topher Lydon's story chapter in Prologue: The Riverbank
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Everyone we have met in the story so far has a motive.
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Announcing : Coming later this month.
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It's about the narrative. The problem is Caleb can't deny things he doesn't know. Where were you on Friday night. I don't know. Can anyone verify where you might have been? I don't know.
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Medicated almost to the point of incapacity. It was, ultimately, about utter control. For me it was a Step-Mother, but the result was the same.
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Topher Lydon commented on Topher Lydon's story chapter in Prologue: The Riverbank
I tried to draw on a few different sources, Twin Peaks was amongst them. -
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For people that know me, know I went through this and survived. Writing this has been hard, but I wanted to write out this abuse.
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Caleb's world, one pill at a time.
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Prologue: The Riverbank
Topher Lydon commented on Topher Lydon's story chapter in Prologue: The Riverbank
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November in Grey Harbor did not arrive with the crisp, golden majesty of autumn. It came like a slow, suffocating exhalation, dragging heavy skies and a bone-deep, relentless dampness across the Pacific Northwest. The mornings were the worst. Before the sun fully crested the dense tree line, the air held a brittle, freezing edge that seemed to bypass heavy coats and thick wool, sinking directly into the joints. Maria Herrera hated the mornings, but Barnaby did not care about the cold.
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MONDAY MORNING The bus smelled like sweat and strawberry vape. Caleb sat in the back, as always. The seat was warm from someone else's body—whoever had ridden this route before dawn, before the sun bothered to show up. He pressed his shoulder against the cold window and watched his breath fog the glass. Beyond it, the Pacific Northwest flowed past—gray and wet and endless. *You are not dangerous.* He didn't know who he was arguing with anymore. His mother? The psychiat
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When Vickie Morrison's body is found in the river behind Grey Harbor High, all eyes turn to Caleb Holloway—the quiet, medicated boy who can't remember what happened that night. As the town closes ranks and whispers turn to accusations, Caleb discovers the pills his mother forces down his throat aren't just controlling his emotions—they're erasing his memories. Desperate to prove his innocence, he must unravel a web of blackmail, buried secrets, and a truth someone is willing to kill to protect. But the deeper he digs, the more he realizes: in Grey Harbor, everyone is hiding something.
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Despite the sheer absurdity of the situation—babysitting the antichrist and a cherub who were locked in a literal holy war but bound by the rules of a teenage daycare worker—Matt felt a profound sense of domestic contentment.
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Ashot would like to remind people that only he and the Emir of Tyre get to see Steffy's "Medicine lance" and if anyone would care to challenge him on that fact, they will require the doctor to use silk thread to sew their anatomy back on.
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Only one man has the MIGHTY LANCE
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Cane's behind a firewall that blocks my image host, so I have to send him them seperately
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Ser Tomas who gravely underestimates a certain Kitchen Rat.
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Wylan has time to prepare. Wylan out classes her in raw power, but Curtana levels that playing field. The Relic's magic is formidable.
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The battle lines are drawn Good Morning
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The morning sun over the Duchy of Lothar did not struggle through gray clouds or fight against a driving, relentless rain. It broke over the eastern hills in a cascade of brilliant, unblemished gold, reflecting off the pristine, white-limed walls of Duke Lothar’s ancestral fortress. Everything within the Duke’s domain was orderly, prosperous, and impeccably maintained. The cobblestones of the inner courtyard were swept clean of dung and straw. The pennants snapping in the gentle, fragrant breeze
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No Ibelins in this one sorry
