Topher Lydon

One down. Alvarez is an idiot, but then, so is Devon. The pair of them can't communicate properly, and react poorly

Ch11 The note arrived on heavy, cream-colored paper, delivered by a boy in a pressed waistcoat who stood in the center of the Lemon Saloon and waited for a reply with the rigid, unblinking patience of a well-trained servant. Alvarez turned the card over in his long, elegant fingers, feeling the expensive weight of the cardstock. He read the precise, looping, elegant script twice before the true, suffocating meaning of the words fully settled into his chest. "Mister

My morning :

Now it should be noted, that Godfrey is BUYING the Levant from Darien. The sheer amount of money that the Vanguard has at it's disposal once it returns to France is eye-watering. It is economy breaking if not managed very carefully. King Radoslav's Steward and Chancellors are going to have an absolute conniption fit when they realize what's coming. How do you say no to a lethal force of 1300 Vanguard, and 1000 D'avenel mercenaries landing in Southern France, with enough money to buy the entire country? Radoslav is sweating, and regretting the amount of times he screwed Darien over.

Reynaud has been hunting them, seen the fall out of two battles that Erik has fought in. 1. The desert camp with Lord Hugh and 2. The battle in the River town. Where there was a survivor.

Baldwin's ready to take the Levant for his brother. The question becomes, will he hand it over to Godfrey when the time comes. Good Morning

The afternoon heat in Jaffa was a physical weight, pressing down on the stone roof of the Genoese Fondaco and baking the air inside the opulent suite until it felt like the inside of a kiln. But Amicie barely noticed. She was operating on a level of pure, crystalline focus she hadn't felt since her days running the streets of Marseille, when a misplaced copper meant going hungry for a week. Except now, she wasn't counting coppers. She was staring at a King’s ransom. The four iron-bou

Well Jeb has the weight of history behind him. He's got years of love, friendship, and tender moments to back him up. Plus he's direct about what he wants. He has black marks against him, certainly. Alvarez is afraid of his feelings, hiding behind bluster and swagger. He doesn't know what he wants. On paper he's the better suitor, but Devon is not a girl to be wooed. He's not looking for a protector, he's looking for a challenge For one of his two suitors to actually be brave

I do like how Devon turned it about on him. And instead of stopping him, Alvarez gets a smirk and just rolls with it.

Now I inserted a chapter as a new chapter 9 to work on the plot so it shifted my usual structure up a chapter.

I understand, you might enjoy my other Western Buckshot, which is more action based. Odd, I use a 4-1 chapter style. Chapter 5 featured a fight on a stagecoach... chapter ten is the next action set piece. It's just a style I work with to keep flow. And I interspersed it with two antagonist raids. It's just a formula I use to pace my action. But seriously, if you want something a bit more... action based, Buckshot is the one for you.

I try to keep it Historical Fiction, and Historical Fantasy. I need room to work and strict adherence to the historical material would cripple the story.

Exactly this, they're friends. Devon doesn't want to be pampered, he wants the amazing mess of a human being that Alvarez really is. Not some fop, who treats him like he's glass. They've bickered almost since they met, and Devon likes that Alvarez, the one that challenges him and he can yell at. It makes him feel like a human being.

Those two needed a reminder to be more careful, they have been getting a bit too brazen

Ch10 The transition from the mud-soaked yard behind the Lemon Saloon to the boardwalk of Lanternlight’s main avenue felt less like a walk and more like a forced march into entirely uncharted territory. Devon stepped out of the heavy oak doors of the clinic and onto the wooden planks, the spring evening wind immediately attempting to bite through the unfamiliar layers of his new clothing. For the first time in his life, he wasn't shivering. The heavy charcoal wool of the custom

I mean, it would be BETTER :: Whistles and kicks Scarlett o'hara off the roof ::

Lord Julian is very young for the position he finds himself in, as Regent of the Levant. It does establish the role he steps into in the next book as Darien's Chancellor/Steward over the Vexin. Someone's got to manage all the money the Vanguard is taking home... and let's face it, between him and Libbet, the Vanguard's finances are in loyal and effective hands. Darien is many things, but having ANY idea what to do with money is not, exactly his forte. Val would buy swords, and more swords.... and a few more swords. Lloyd would grumble, horde it all like a dragon, and stab anyone that came close. Ashot... would rob everyone blind. Stephen would wail, and try to give it all to the poor. Wylan would be too focused on Darien to even notice the money. This is where I began to realize how VITAL Libbet was to the Vanguard. They simply aren't prepared for what comes next, and her and Julian are.

Butter Churner

Typical, can't get a moment to do naughty things to my Lord, Always interrupted, never a moment alone... I swear, Val put him up to this... or Wylan, Wylan's always up to something... Or Ashot... yes, now there's a squire who I can blame... extra latrine duty for him. Where was I... oh right Good Morning, my Lord.

The morning sun crested the shimmering expanse of the Mediterranean, sending bright, unforgiving shafts of golden light through the arched windows of the Genoese suite. The light did not bring warmth to the room; it brought a stark, terrifying clarity to the situation they found themselves in. Séb awoke with a sharp intake of breath, his dark, coffee-colored eyes snapping open beneath his heavy brows. He was slouched in the high-backed wooden chair near the heavy oak door, his broadsword r

The Mennonites, and the Amish still persist today. There are Moromon cults that are far FAR worse, the Branch dividians from a few years back... then of course there was the whole Reverend Jim Jones situation which decended into the death of a US Senator and the suicide of a lot of innocent people, it is where we get the phrase "Don't drink the Koolaid" from. I am not saying they are all evil, I am however, pointing to rigid doctrine of hate vs Love as being wrong.