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I think Charlie is after a double foam... cream on top.
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Chapter Ten: The Costa Coffee Crusade The garden gate creaked behind them like a guilty conscience. Taine led the way, Charlie at his shoulder, Matt and Simon/Lynix bringing up the rear. The street was eerily quiet—not the peaceful quiet of a sleeping town, but the held-breath quiet of somewhere waiting to explode. The pink dome pulsed overhead, casting everything in a rosy glow that made the familiar suburban street look like a fever dream. Every shadow seemed to move, ever
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The King is... entertaining. Everyone is so terrified of him, that they accept his will without question. Ser Val has no real desire to be a man, but the King has decreed it... and she quite enjoys being a Knight ergo she is a Knight. The Church is not best pleased but they aren't in a position to argue with the King.
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Wylan went explorin'
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Val is magnificent, She's the best damn HE in the whole army, kicks Darien's ass when he needs it. Her own squire Lloyd is... a treat!
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i am deliberately vague as to where and what country King Radoslav's host is from. Since this is not our world, I created a host and an implied country that is "Northern" To Frankia (France) it gives me a host of soldiers to play with and room to maneuver inside the quasi-historical backdrop.
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Darien set to learn more about the people around him, the war, and the depths of magic than he ever cared to before, and grumble about every moment of it... especially the socked foot in his face every morning.
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Ser Val The best damn Knight in King Radoslav's army, and TOTALLY a man, 'cause he said so.
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Good morning, and Welcome to the Crusade. Hope you packed your coffee, this is going to be a little bit of a trip
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CH2 The road to Port Taye became the road to King Radoslav's war camp, and the road to King Radoslav's war camp became a special circle of hell that Darien was certain he'd done nothing to deserve. They rode through the outskirts of the camp as evening fell, past picket lines of horses and cook fires and clusters of men playing dice on barrel tops. The sheer scale of it pressed in on all sides—hundreds of tents, thousands of men, a small city of canvas and mud stretching tow
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CH1 The morning started with a squire-shaped hole where his squire should be. Sir Darien stood in the middle of the muddy yard, fists on his hips, staring at the empty space beside the dead fire where a lazy, useless, utterly replaceable boy had been sleeping not six hours earlier. The boy's blanket was still there, crumpled in a heap. His pack was gone. So was the girl from the inn, the one with the gap teeth and the laugh like a startled hen. Darien had seen her making e
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A grumpy hedge knight desperate for a squire buys a blind stable boy for three years' wages. He expected useless. He got a boy who can hear lies in a man's voice, calm any horse with a touch, and navigate by sounds others miss. Now they're marching to crusade, surrounded by enemies who'd destroy them—if the magic rising in the East doesn't kill them first.
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i mean it is a Costa, it hardly counts as a Coffee shop
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Well, there may be a season two, but I haven't decided. So we shall see.
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The Ministry of Occult appreciates your cooperation. We also support our Post-Human Resources on the NHS, just go to Eastbourne for proof of that
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Poor Taine has to deal with Immortality tax law in the next book Being 17 forever comes with some decided downsides... such as not being able to get into nightclubs, ever again.
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I had a tinsey bit of a week When I wrote this, dealing with the NHS... so i think my frustration resulted in comedy...
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Because of course the Warwichshire Police have an Occult division, and form D45C
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Chapter Nine: Health, Safety, and Hellfire The Hartley kitchen had become a war room in truth now, maps and plans spread across every available surface, the detritus of Mrs. Hartley's constant tea-making forming a perimeter of mugs around the edges. Taine stood at the head of the table, pointing at a marked location on the map with the focused intensity of a general planning an invasion. “It’s the pendant,” Lynix explained to Matt for the umpteenth time. “It’s creating a bub
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Mr. Hartley is a right-wing, Conservative/Reform UK politician. He has spent his entire career complaining about unions and strikes ruining the British economy. Now, he has paid a fortune for a luxury tropical holiday, and he cannot get a frozen margarita or a working golf cart because of a literal monster trade union strike. Watching a Tory politician try to apply 1980s Thatcher-era union-busting tactics to a horde of Gremlins who eat engine blocks is comedic gold. "I don't care about your collective bargaining rights regarding fiber-optic cables in Hell! I want the air conditioning turned back on in my cabana!"
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a sneak peak of tomorrow:
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Something that profitable, of course the corporation will. Season two needs more explosions though... and maybe a confession booth.
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Davis was all about the show. Justin kicked his ass.... off screen because I don't think we needed to see Justin beating a middle aged history teacher with a tire iron on page... just know that it was satisfying.
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There we go, NOW it's complete Now, please review, recommend if you want to (hit the little medal button next to where the smiley faces are at the end of a chapter. It's black with a white medal... you know the one... push it... I dare you. Thank you for reading, this one was a bit of a dark one, but I hope thought provoking. oh and: good morning
