Topher Lydon

Chapter 4: Sausage Delivery Protocol 2 (The Stuffed Crust Is Extra) The three days between Orel's proposition and Friday night were the longest of Axl Fraser's life. Not because he was nervous. He wasn't nervous. He was *Axl Fraser*. He'd been holding his family together since he was twelve. He'd survived the naked walk of shame. He'd watched his little brother fall in love with a leaf-collecting weirdo and only taken approximately twelve thousand photos for blackmail purposes.

Timmy's tough, and he's got one rather anxious, green tie wearing, gunsmith that loves him, so you know, all the reason to hold on.

Cam's a really sweet guy, given the time I figured he'd probably work the desk at the hotel. Levesque is one of those men that would find a job for someone he went through battle with. And I like that Cam has a chill attitude, tempered by both Elias/Theo and Timmy/Bobby. To him it's not about what, but rather who the person is.

I do live in Warwick... home of the Reform County Council.... :: shudders :: Yep, we know detestible local politicians around here. The candidate for MP for the Reform party is LITERALLY Called Mr. D'eath

Timmy would like to point out that, though he did spend a lot of time in Well's as a child, and yes he did have a dog. He's gotten quite adept at climbing... and somewhere last winter, the Dog ran off with a poodle!

I imagine it's like those old Sixties TV shows. OMG we're all going to die... Don't worry Pa, I sent Gentle Ben for help. Gentle Ben's a Grizzly Bear... and the nearest help is a pack of hunters up on the ridge. Yeah, ain't I smart Pa? or My favourite: Our boat is sinking! Don't worry, Flipper will save us! Flipper? The Dolphin? You realize that the sheriff is like, four miles INLAND!

Whoa, 260 views in less than five minutes?!?! Y'all are eagre!

Well... when it absolutely has to get there.

**Chapter 8: A Host of Devils** The Wilderness near McLeod Ridge. The Morning After The silence was absolute. It was a new kind of sound, heavier than the blizzard’s scream. It pressed on the eardrums, a vacuum where the world had been scoured clean of life and fury. The storm had passed in the deepest hours of the night, leaving behind a kingdom of ice under a sky of hard, brilliant, merciless blue. The air was so cold it felt brittle, snapping in the lungs like shar

You know, I appreciate these word of the day. They always make me stop and think have I used this word lately. And it pushes me to be better. Thank you Boss.

I didn't know this, but this is my 500th released chapter of the past 12 months. A lot of it is my two chapters a day rule. A lot of it is my screwing up the publish button *ahem shhh I'm still really ashamed of that* i have a massive back catalogue. Ten years of saved stuff I dip into, recycle, rework, and turn into stuff. Mostly it's me up at 3-4am, hammering at my keyboard inhaling coffee and not looking up till about noon for lunch. But you know what really... REALLY makes me do this? Being read, and enjoyed. It's looking up and seeing thirty to forty people in an hour grabbing my chapters and devouring them. It keeps me working harder, because I like that feeling. I turned 48 yesterday... I started writing when I was 14. Thirty four years... I released Carter's Army in 2005 on Nifty... and then the Falcon Banner... I've been writing Carter books for decades... and I love writing them. Thank you. I just... wanted to share that... Thank you.

Also Axl only leaves them alone during the day. All other night situations, presume that Mike Fraser is in the house, just asleep. Axl does address this in the text in a future chapter. That they come with him at night, he never leaves them alone in the house over night alone.

definitely an American thing. At least in England and Canada, we're taught that a consenting adult is exactly that, and to mind our own business when it comes to what consenting adults do. When I was younger I was dating a 25 year old named Wil. Best relationship of my life, and have no regrets about it and no one said a word. I've also been 30 dating a 19 year old in Australia... i was TEASED mercilessly for being a daddy... by him... but no one else really said anything or even looked at it. We were left alone.

I am having way too much fun with Andrew's Personal Assistant, Marc, Peter and Alicia:

Boarding school

I wanted to write something that wasn't dark for a change, something with hope and innocence. A story about brothers being brothers. Axl adores Marshall, Orel adores Ollie and how it's shown. Something... sweet.

Also Oliver is also the only one in town not afraid to bop his brother on the head and tell him to butt out.

This has been quite an effort to get that 14 year-old voice down... trying to give them that dynamic. Tommy and Jacob were the same age, but they're a different vibe, circumstances forcing them to grow up way to early. This is my way of... exploring the age. Pecks on the cheek, hand holding... first love kind of stuff. Where they're not just in love, but best friends as well. Goofy, dopey, and silly.

Jack's the real hero of this one, so don't worry he's not going to let 'em get away with it. And he doesn't need guns to do it.

My Duck might like to have him for dinner... though probably not romantically

Chapter 3: Boyfriend (According to Aiden) The kitchen smelled like Axl's latest attempt at breakfast—pancakes that were slightly too brown on one side, barely cooked on the other, and a pile of bacon that had definitely seen better days. Marshall-Lee stared at his plate, poking at the offering with his fork. "You made breakfast," he said. Axl shrugged, not meeting his eyes. "You've got company coming. Figured I'd at least pretend to be a functional adult." "Yo