Topher Lydon
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Maybe now, Alvarez will actually stop hiding and lying to himself, and do something about it.
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Ch07 The night air hanging over the Elder's massive, sprawling farmhouse was thick with the pastoral quiet of the boundary. The winter snows had long since melted into the spring thaw, leaving the vast, unbroken grazing pastures rich and green. In the holding pens near the tree line, hundreds of sheep huddled together in the dark, a sprawling sea of pale wool representing the community’s wealth and their quiet defiance of the English world's encroaching cattle trade.
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He's got a way with words that would make a sailor blush
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Every time I revisit the barn, I try to show the unreliable nature of memory. Each remembers it subtly different. Each person tries to justify a different way, to shift blame and like any crime, things twist. One of Jeb's key flaws is that he won't accept responsibility for his actions, and he lies. Understandable considering the times, the religious community, the reactions of the community show why he did it. (I wholly agree, it was wrong, but fear is powerful, as is judgement) Also swear away.
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Those two would circle each other like Alley Cats. There would be hissing, spitting, Ashot's haughty "Well my clients were satisfied!" And Dieter's: "Screw their satisfaction, mine paid double, I slapped them, and they paid more!" There'd be a moment Stephen was sure they'd knife each other... before they'd break down into grins, back slapping, and he'd find them later, drunk as skunks, Ashot hanging upside down from a table, and Dieter under it, snoring. The pair of them having become best friends.
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I was thinking, how would I distract people, and thought Get the most foul mouthed, catastrophic disaster of a Squire I could find, and make sure everyone is looking right at him.
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In case it isn't clear. Wylan has mistaken Erik, he feels something, but remember he's still recovering from Jerusalem. He still thinks Ishan is dead, and Erik is putting on the accent. So Wylan drew the only conclusion he could, that Erik was Atreus, Darien's son.
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The blue velvet doublet felt less like the raiment of a high lord and more like a beautifully tailored garrote. Between Amicie’s relentless, rapid-fire lectures on which silver fork to use for roasted pigeon and the suffocating, ever-present paranoia of waiting for the Count of Edessa to arrive in the city, Séb felt like his skin was crawling right off his muscles. The Genoese Fondaco was a marvel of imported marble, silk tapestries, and arched windows that caught the sea breeze, but to the
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I will cut it off and eat it like a Sausage, you @#$!#! Ahhh Dieter. Good morning
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Funny you should say that...
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You are right, Jeb has a huge uphill climb.
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For me, it was Jeb's father. the antithesis of every other elder of the community. Jeb wasn't ready to hear what his old man was trying to tell him. Jeb so tangled in self-hatred and guilt over what he did digging into his mistake. While what he did was wrong, categorically, however he is willing to debase himself to earn the chance, just to apologize to Devon.
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He wants to fix it, but he just doesn't know how. Devon has no idea what to do. Genie stirring the pot, and Alvarez going out of his mind with his own issues. I like that both Jeb and Alvarez are mirrors for each other and neither realize it. Both cowards when it comes to Devon and about being honest about what the reality of things.
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Ch06 The mud of Lanternlight's main avenue had frozen overnight into a brittle, treacherous crust that shattered like glass beneath every boot that stepped onto it. Jedediah had been sitting in the same spot for three hours, his back pressed against the rough timber of the livery stable's exterior wall, his knees drawn up to his chest like a child hiding from a storm. He was numb. The cold had seeped through his threadbare coat hours ago, settling into his bones with the weight of
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I just find it amusing that Ashot's probably a few hundred feet away carrying that exact sword, trying to convince Stephen to go to the Bathhouse with him for happy fun squire time.
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Women who not only survive, but thrive in that era were a breed apart. It is so easy to slip into the propaganda and religious sanitisation of the time that women were meek and mild and wilting flowers. They very much weren't.
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I have a feeling that somewhere, down the line, Ami and Libbet may become friends, were they to meet that is. ::whistles::
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I would be an unending stream of profanity, you know he swears like a sailor
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Oh my husband!... Oh! My Husband?!?!?!! Oh Crap, my husband! Good morning
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As they walked through the bustling streets, led by the fussy Genoese official, Séb offered the lie they had crafted. He could practically feel the clerk's calculating greed. "I was thrown from my horse during the breach," Séb said, his voice flat, playing the weary lord to perfection. "I lost consciousness. When I woke, the city was burning. I made my way east, then south along the river, avoiding the main roads. My squire found me half-dead in a wadi and dragged me to water." He g
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I call her Mama Genie And Devon's swearing would be mostly Gosh and Darn.
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Every villain needs their ... quirk
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Yeah I modernize a little of the language just to make it easier to write/be related to. But really glad you are enjoying it, I just wanted to write something with about a guy with a bit of swagger.
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Poitr Vs Serafina "She drinks fairy spunk to stay pretty" Vale Round one... fight.
