Topher Lydon
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Nor full of malware after Mickey's porn viewing habits!
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so I am contemplating, and writing a test chapter of a second book of our dynamic crew. Part of this is tossing the original crew image from the top of these chapters, into the AI-image-o-matic with a radom prompt like Sci fi outfits, scifi city alter poses and... it spat out an image of Isaiah in a rubber bondage suit, everyone else looks normal... just Isaiah is in this neo-gimp outfit that I find HILARIOUS and must now be a thing!
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Well, given his current track record when it comes to plans and painting things yellow... so am I
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Chapter Eighteen: The Calm The shuttle bay of the CNS Havana was not designed for happy reunions. It was a cavernous space, built to accommodate military drop-ships and armed shuttles, with overhead gantries and blast-scored deck plates and the faint, lingering smell of coolant and cordite. Emergency lighting cast everything in a sickly amber glow—the main power was still cycling through its restart sequence, and the bay’s primary illuminators hadn’t yet spooled back to full
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I now want to write a parody chapter entitled "Wylan's Brain!"
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I wanted to give Wylan that. And his genuine surprise that Darien wasn't ugly (not that it every really concerned Wylan). I think there's a genuine wonder to being able to see him for the first time though, after all they have been through.
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The dawn was thin and pale, seeping through the canvas of the pavilion like water through a wound. Darien woke slowly, the way he had not woken in months—without the weight of command pressing on his chest, without the shape of the day already mapped out behind his eyes. He was warm. That was the first thing he noticed. The tent had been cold for so long that warmth had become a memory, a thing he associated with before—before the siege, before the mountains, before the long road that had
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Excalibur and Lex Talionis have a child together. So nope already done in this universe
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someone had to teach Quar a lesson about the quality of snacks on his battle-spire!
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The God Emperor’s Gambit Isaiah had paced the length of the Pretty Room four hundred and twelve times. He knew this because counting was the only thing keeping his mind from fracturing into a thousand sharp, jagged pieces. The room was beautiful, in a terrifying, alien sort of way. The walls were not built so much as grown, curving upward in smooth, pearlescent arcs that pulsed with a slow, rhythmic bioluminescence. It reminded him of the inside of an oyster shell, if the oys
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Stephen continues to grow as a Mæster, he gets better as a doctor as the series goes on, much to Ashot's amazement (who is wholly enraptured with his little Doctore)
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I am not sure, I don't think Rashid would have cut Ishan, that seems entirely provoked by his recognizing that Ishan was Wylan. This does present opportunity to Rashid, and leverage (or so he believes) But Wylan is not someone who has ever let himself be manipulated or bullied into anything. Not even Darien could get away with that.
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I do appreciate the call back to Lloyd's Sæx lesson on the ship. Instead of being intimidated, Wylan's instinct was to do exactly what he was taught to do, and equalized the situation.
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Rashid has used this leverage over Ishan his entire life. But Wylan is not Ishan.
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Darien refuses to become what Radoslav has become. The men see this, the men of the Vanguard know who their Commander is.
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Welcome to the coffee club!!!! we have cookies
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good morning Wylan is lost in the land of sights and wonder. Rashid is waiting, the spider spinning his web.
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The sun was setting over the coastal road when Darien saw the green silk awnings. They had been tracking the caravan since midday, following the deep ruts cut by wagon wheels, the trampled grass where horses had been watered, the scattered debris of a column that had been moving too fast and did not think anyone was watching. The Emir Ridwan's supply train was making for the southern gates of Antioch, rushing to beat the winter storms that would close the passes for good. They were heavily
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I think I called up a random Turkish name list, and it was on that. Khalid was a character I used to play in an RPG years ago, my evil one... great hit... Romulan with a fondness for explosives... and Rashid was that right in the middle of something I heard once and also on the same list as Ishan. Kalijj Arslan's actual son was named Malik Shah, but Fadil flowed Prince Ishan ibn Fadil, ibn Arslan al'Kalijj. It's got a poetic ring to it, almost musical which fit our Prince.
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You made me think of this song, from nightclubbing in Brighton in the 90's
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You know Gremlin's going to find a can opener.
