Topher Lydon

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

Oh and Henry's SWEET. Poor Cam is going out of his mind, stuck unable to help. And Henry is just there, loud, chaotic and distracting for Timmy's best friend, who needs it. Love Henry

Again, I like the growth of Timmy's da. That Timmy is far more important than their disagreement. And that Bobby means something to Timmy, and that means he now HAS TO mean something to Timmy's dad. Fate, cruel as it is, has forced the old man to recognize what's more important to him.

Jack has brought many a bad guy low with his dinner plate sized hooves of doom. He is also HIGHLY opinionated.

I am running on Daylight savings time off of GMT. Little village in Warwick... we have a gay duck!

Jack is a force of nature.