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Topher Lydon

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  1. Oliver is a new born at this stage, but indeed, lessons learned.
  2. Well Played Mister Carter. good morning, 2 chapters remain.
  3. Alistair Merrick did not simply exist within the world; he sought to consume it entirely. For decades, he had meticulously constructed an empire founded upon the unbreakable pillars of absolute leverage, bottomless offshore liquidity, and the ruthless exploitation of human frailty. He viewed the sprawling metropolis of Toronto not as a city of millions of beating hearts, but as a vast, complex chessboard where every single piece—from the lowest street-level dealer in the Montreal pipeline to the
  4. Ok so... confession time... My Story contains...... the word:
  5. Topher Lydon

    Chapter 1

  6. Topher Lydon

    Chapter 1

  7. Topher Lydon

    Chapter 1

    I went a bit 13th Warrior meets Bone Tommahawk with this one. Ad we all know what the Goblin King does with balls.
  8. Topher Lydon

    Prologue

  9. In a world where "magic" is just fear and misunderstanding, Shem is the worst swordsman in the valley. When goblins raid a nearby farm, he rides out with a bar mace he doesn't know how to use, a feral child who bites first and speaks second, and a crush who keeps stealing his left glove. The monsters aren't what they seem. Neither is he.
  10. Chapter One: The Boy The first snow came late that year, and it came mean. Przemysław—Shem to everyone who mattered, “Boy!” to the man who raised him—stood at the edge of the practice yard and watched the white flakes spiral down like ash from a cold fire. They landed on his shoulders, on the leather-wrapped hilt of his old longsword, on the dark auburn hair that fell in a central parting past his ears. His shearling coat was heavy and warm, lined with wool his mother—Radek’s l
  11. Chapter Two: Little Stone The burned farm crested into view like a wound in the grey hillside. Shem pulled his horse up short. The others did the same, strung out behind him in a ragged line. The snow had stopped falling for the moment, but the sky hung low and heavy, promising more. The farmhouse was gone—just blackened timbers and a chimney standing alone against the clouds. The barn had fared better, half-collapsed but still upright, its thatched roof smoking in places. Bodie
  12. oo, I am going to have to ration this one, it checks all the boxes so far!
  13. Topher Lydon

    Preview

  14. That cover art! Wow! Now going to go read... because I do judge books by their cover and this is gonna be great!
  15. The only one to guess who was really behind it all...
  16. Topher Lydon

    Chapter 26

    Halisham Illumination (also on GA) is a short set in this story
  17. Well done, Intriguing, exciting, and deeply thought provoking at points. Thank you
  18. Topher Lydon

    Chapter 30

    30 The chaotic, adrenaline-fueled aftermath of the siege at the Aethelgard Omnicare facility had eventually burned itself down to a manageable, smoldering ember. Marcus Draven and the adult enforcers of the Oak Creek pack had remained behind to systematically scrub the site of any supernatural evidence, erase the security servers, and ensure that Esca Tyrell’s corporate mercenaries would never dare step foot in their territory again. Ronan had dutifully packed the twelve exhausted,
  19. There are two camps in Canada Hockey, or not Hockey. The division in homes up and down Canada on a Saturday night was often just like this. It brings back so many memories
  20. to see the kind of man that Jason becomes, he features heavily here with his son Kenny, as Jason ensures his son doesn't make the same mistakes he made:
  21. The basement smelled sharply of turpentine, dried acrylics, and something far darker that lingered in the damp, heavy concrete foundation of the Scarborough townhouse. Peter McCormick stood rigidly at his wooden easel, a frayed brush clutched tightly in his hand, staring blankly at the exact same canvas he had been entirely failing to paint for months. The bristles of the brush were loaded with a thick, oceanic blue, but they hadn't touched the canvas in twenty minutes. His empathic circui
  22. Mine's an Avenger, looking at a new one this year.
  23. He's going to be Rydered... if he'd just relax for two seconds.
  24. My Granny made the best Treacle Tart in the world. ... mmmm Now I am hungry too
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