Topher Lydon

i genuinely love this one myself. It was the first I wrote that wasn't directly Will and Andrew. I wanted to explore something new. (I'd done Return of the Sun a few years before this, and the Falcon Banner was being written at the same time as this... so I needed a break from the same characters. And West evolved. Ha I think the first chapter I wrote was the one where he goes out on his own, gets the map and gets... disasterously wrong ideas about what a bathhouse was. He kind of went from there. He was a bit asexual for a while, not really ever being the kind of character that chased it. HOPELESSLY romantic . And Peter just... needed someone that suited him, that he could earn and who would WIN him over. Kind of the Anti-high school romance.

One thing about those two that endures through the books, they never lie to each other. Will and Andrew avoid, Peter and West confront. Unless you count forgetting to mention Jason Jensen for twenty odd years... I mean... that's not a lie if you just plumb forgot to tell him, right? RIGHT? :: grins :: West is NEVER going to let Peter live that one down.

Hi, welcome back to the fun. Glad to share it.

on the other note: The HARDING farm. Elias is emphatic throughout this book that the farm belongs to Theo, he's just the guest that stays there at the Master's behest. Practicalities of the era. I mean there's not a soul in Merrickville that doesn't know, accept and respect that they're all-but married. But at that time, more is not possible. Doesn't stop 'em but you know. Probably why Bobby and Timmy are so comfortable there, they can be themselves without the performances.

Yeah the Hotchkiss was bad for them from my research. It also gives me a chance to show Bobby in his element, he's built a business for himself and he's good at it. He's grown a lot in three years and our little Deputy's got a reputation in Lanark County of being the best.

Elias is a detective way ahead of his time, looking at the aftermath of action and pulling it together, you are right. Theo on the other had, has always been the one to act. As his sniping showed in this. Elias is a dumb bastard always hurling himself into danger, but Theo's the more intelligent of the two, always has been. Fighting on his terms, and doing rather than reacting.

Poor Jack, now he's got a new pair of idiots occupying his hayloft. As if Theo and Elias weren't bad enough.

Peter's SUPERPOWER aside from Tactical Nuclear Rage.

i'd like to say I knew... but I STILL have no clue what he does.

Peter's got his own soul, and his own expression of himself. No matter how much Will tries to paint over it, that technicolour brightness is going to explode out. and let's face it, Will prefers it that way despite his grumbling.

Will needs change, And things in the call center are driving him towards it. Unhe4althilly so, but it will change.

It's the one thing, I think, Will knows his father would understand. The Major is a monster, we know this, Will knows this. But there's a sense of duty and purpose to what the Major did. He was wrong, about the way he went about it. But it was never about Will being gay, it was always about what that stopped Will from being able to do. That's where his twisted logic got stuck. And we now know that those lessons of his were used for the greater good in the end. By better men. (West and Will who both learned them)

Good morning The lastest offering, things get heated...

**Chapter 3: The Ridge Runner** The Harding Farm. Late January, 1885. The barn loft was a cathedral of dust and dry cold, smelling of sweet clover hay and the sharp, metallic tang of gun oil. It was a space that should have been peaceful, a place for barn swallows and drowsing cats. Instead, it had become a sniper’s nest—a command post for a war they hadn't chosen but couldn't avoid. Theo Harding sat cross-legged on a spread of canvas near the hay door, the morning light f

based on a real roommate of mine... dude would crank it non-stop, I swear the room smelled constantly of ... you know.

Will's a vibe, everyone's dad.

I had a Mel in school. HATED her when we first met, by the end of school we were really close. We were the only two that knew what it was really like to live on our own.

My secret is a pretty big back catalogue of work, combined with a lot of time on my hands.

Alistair Merrick, the black hole that drained the life out of his children, forged Tarquin into a monster, and sits like a fat spider in a web of corruption and greed. Tarquin was bad, yes, but Tarquin was ultimately a fool. Alistair is a combination of his sons. Tarquin's Charisma, Oliver's business acqumen, and Orel's intelligence. And he is no fool

The longest night of Andrew's life so far is about to begin. Players set, darkness draws in, and the danger moves in on him.

Chapter 14: The Feudal Map The Brockville police station parking lot was a sea of cracked asphalt and faded yellow lines, the kind of place where dreams of order went to die slowly under the weight of winter salt and summer heat. Bobby McCormick sat in his black F-150, the engine off, the cab already growing cold despite the weak October sun struggling through the haze. He'd been here for forty-seven minutes. He knew because he'd been watching the clock on the dash tick over, o

Will thinks he is the master of his domain, controlling the Scarborough townhouse and his HR department with perfect precision. Meanwhile, his ex-boyfriend and his teenage ward are literally running a black-market exchange of his wardrobe right under his nose, and he has absolutely no idea. It reinforces his obliviousness to the messy emotional realities happening in his own home.

One thing you don't do, piss off Merrick-to-the-Ville