Topher Lydon
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Indeed, my logic was that Ishan was the delicate one, While Khalid was the heavier more traditional fighter, and Rashid never bothered... Ishan was the one who had to learn to be quick and lethal just to stay alive. Especially with a grandfather that was watching for any weakness that Ishan might have shown.
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A very distinctive fighting style virtually unseen by the Crusaders:
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One of the spies does, yes. But things take time to spread at that time. And releasing birds, when the Fatamids garrison the town and Crusaders are descending is an almost guaranteed way to get executed. No, our merchant needs to be cautious with what to do with this information,
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shhh it's the best I could do on little notice.
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Good Morning
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They were moving quickly, aware of the coming crusaders on the horizon. The had an hour, maybe less to get away. Séb stood in the widow’s small, dirt-packed courtyard, the air tasting of damp earth and the cooling embers of last night’s communal ovens. He was working the leather cinch on the black mare’s saddle, his fingers moving with the rhythmic, unthinking precision of a man who had prepared for the march a thousand times before. Buttercup shifted beneath his touch, her warm flank twitc
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They are in Nablus
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I mean he does have McMexican on tap... well he should, if said Mexican can stop polishing his own ego and do something about it.
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i have to be careful not to Generic Devon's character, he's not a pushover, and he has his own teeth. The next chapter should help set him as a more rounded individual able to stand his ground against the Alvarez-bulldozer of ego. I do like that Alvarez is bluster, bravado, but under it all deeply insecure. He's locked onto Devon as his friend, and he's not letting go. Problem being that he doesn't, exactly, know what he wants.
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Fuzz is the Queenmaker!
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Scouting skirmish.
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Acosta has a vision, in walks a hyper-lethal but manipulable Alvarez straight into the web. Perfection. He doesn't recognize Devon yet, the Mexican's fancy boy, not important.
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Well that didn't go according to plan.
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Ch03 The morning light in Lanternlight did not arrive with a gentle, golden glow; it bullied its way through the overcast sky, casting a stark, uncompromising gray pall over the half-built city. Devon lay still in the narrow boarding house bed, listening to the wind rattle the single windowpane. He had not taken off his new clothes. The canvas coat, the thick blue shirt, the sturdy wool trousers—he wore them like a suit of armor against a world that had so recently stripped him bare
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Things to come
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At this moment in time Darien is fighting at Ascalon, this is the final battle of the main books and just before Darien tells Godfrey where he can shove his crown. Darien will reach Jaffa first, and things are far from over. It is still about a week or two before they board boats back to France.
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It should be noted, West of this point is the Levant, the coast, and all of it down to Jaffa, and around Jerusalem to Bethlehem is ALL Darien's territory (Principality of Galilee)
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Erik and Seb are realizing that they can't run this way. They need to change direction. This is Nablus if anyone is following the map. Which is a good thing, because North is Edessa and Bladwin's kingdom.
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I think it was the 6-8 months in the mud of the Crusader camp, in Wylan's body. Where he and Ashot were friends.
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You think Grandfather doesn't have spies? Rashid certainly does
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Even on the edge of hell, children are still children.
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The morning crept into the thicket of tamarisk and reeds not with the harsh, blinding violence of the open desert, but with a slow, diffused, golden haze. The mist rising off the muddy waters of the Jordan River caught the early light, turning the world into a soft, glowing cocoon of pale yellows and deep, verdant greens. Erik woke first. He lay perfectly still on his back beneath the heavy wool blanket, listening to the rushing of the river and the steady, rhythmic rise and fall of Séb’s c
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Her Highness cordially invites you to worship at the foot of her human throne. She would like to remind you that gifts are not required, but encouraged, especially fish. Failure to provide EXACTLY three belly rubs, not two, not four but THREE, is enforced with violence. Note: Her highness accepts not responsibility for what happens to tea cups, coffee mugs, or anything sitting on a flat surface.
