Topher Lydon

There's a small fire in the library, let's flood the city and release the KRAKEN!

Rikard is suffereing from his son, his son's idiot boyfriend, and the family dog stealing his spare army and going for a joyride. There's going to need to be:

Volgograd filled the viewport like a wound. The descent had been silent—stealth systems engaged, transponder broadcasting CSC credentials, the Raptor sliding through the upper atmosphere like a knife through silk. Lukas's hands were steady on the controls, his eyes moving between the display and the viewport, his breathing slow and controlled. The combat package was active, feeding him data, calculating trajectories, assessing threats. But the threats, so far, were nonexistent. The f

It is a major plot point of the next book. And leads into Lost in the Sand. Ishan finds his place

The Final Battle of Antioch was nuts. Keborgha relied on allies that HATED him, this was his great power grab to usurp Kalijj Arslan, and the army, made up of his rivals, were only too glad to see him fail. So they just waited, watched him commit, and then said "Nah, you're on your own mate, toodles!" So the supposed army of 40000 was made of nothing but betrayal and empty promises. The Alliance shattered, and with it a MASSIVE amount of Kalijj Arslan's remaining authourity. He'd end up spending the next few decades fighting a civil war. Total disaster. The Seljuks do get their revenge, the botched "Totally not at all a Second Crusade, but actually was a second Crusade, shhhh we lost that one don't tell anyone..." for example, that saw Bohemond stuffed in a Seljuk prison, and a corrupt pope hurling UTTER idiots at Turkey, AND the Byzantine Empire... despite neither actually being the holy land.... *ahem* (coughs) Morons (coughs)

And Ashot appreciates your patronage, but what Ashot choses to do with coin is Ashot's business. After all, SOMEONE has to make sure Stephan has coin, Ashot knows full well that a Stephan's a broke monk and at this rate Ashot is NEVER going to be kept in the lifestyle to which he WANTS to be accustomed. Stupid squire salary!

Darien has been writing to, and sending silver home to his son through out both books. Atreus was from before he met Wylan, and his reason for going on Crusade. The mother was someone in Lady Adele Haskal's staff, she died, and Atreus has been raised by the Dowager Baroness ever since. The same way she and her husband raised Darien. Granny Adele is a powerhouse, like her husband was.

Steffy has a coin now.

Thirteen days had passed since the star fell. Thirteen days of hunger, of waiting, of watching the food stores dwindle to nothing. The Crusaders had eaten the last of the pack animals on the eighth day. They had boiled leather on the tenth. They had scraped the bottom of the grain barrels on the twelfth, found nothing but dust, and had gone to sleep with empty bellies and hollow eyes. On the morning of June 28th, Darien stood at the window of the solar, looking out at the army that was

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I have no idea what you are talking about, twinks on a trampoline... I mean it would make one heck of a title for the extensive set of chapters I wrote.... purely as an academic exercise to... err... hone my art.

He knows where his creations are. Yes. Kardiac, VonGrippen, and Taine are not. Kardiac was a product of Fedor's counter-GN program. VonGrippen was, much to Rikard's annoyance, a fluke of nature. and Taine Taine's just a major pain in his ass.

May 2-4 weekend. In Canada it was the first long weekend of the summer. Where we consumbed a 2-4 of beer down at the cottage. In England I have bounding twinks on a trampoline in their underwear outside my living room window... >.< must not get distracted... must not watch... must not... watch

Yeah you called it last chapter, and I already had it written for this one, so i was amused. You're always one step ahead of the curve.

ONE more chapter to go for this one.

Rikard, the architect of the GN-2 program The master of Polian resurrection techniques. The only man with the GN-3 data/blue prints and samples Who has the utterly terrifying Peligian technology used to enhance the GN-2's to meta-human transcendence. What is he? Something new. Something he built. And Lukas/Niklaus, was his prototype. What a thing to do to your own child.

The Raptor's common room smelled like ramen. It was an improvement over the old ship. The CSC Raptor had a proper galley—small, but functional, with a two-burner induction cooktop and a microwave that didn't spark when you looked at it wrong. The water from the tap was hot and clean, not the recycled, metallic-tasting stuff from the old ship's tanks. The bowls were actual ceramic, not the disposable synthetic crap from the ration packs. Lukas stood at the counter, stirring a pot of n

Agreed, Ishan was too focused on the cosmic events to pay attention. Also he broke Darien's rules, Darien KNEW this would happen and set several rules in place to prevent it. Ishan ignored them, a little over confident in his own abilities. Had he been in his own body he'd have immolated them, but Wylan isn't a Fire magi, and Ishan realized that simply too late. Bran, however, was a good boy.

Indeed, it... results in some of the most bizarre, and ... darker moments of the crusade. Cannibalism, people wearing the skin of other people. Torture, fanaticism. Madness... Lord Raymond was utterly insane, and Peter whispering in his ear like Wyrmtongue nearly destroyed everything. And when it comes to who is the holiest, neither of them are going to accept competition from a little, blind, saint.

Unarmed

Bran is a good, good boy

The Cathedral of Saint Peter smelled of wet ash and centuries of trapped incense. Its massive stone pillars wept with the heavy damp of a winter that refused to end. Ishan walked slowly through the center nave, his bare hand trailing along the freezing walls, his blind eyes turned toward the space where the high altar stood. Bran pressed closely against his leg, warm and solid, a living, breathing anchor in the suffocating darkness. He had been coming here for three nights, slipping aw