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Topher Lydon

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  1. Prologue THE SOOT ROAD The High City of Taïr was not built on a mountain; it was a mountain, or what the elements had left of one. It was a single, colossal stone pillar, sheared smooth by ancient, relentless winds, rising thousands of feet from the valley floor like the stump of a fallen god. Perched atop this impossible column, the city was less a bastion and more a cruel, sky-bound fortress of severe, grey architecture and towering sheer walls, all dominated by the flutter of fading
  2. A contemporary painting circa 1740 Photo circa 1925 A map of the grounds, the Barn and Stable complex surrounds 119 The Row of cottages that include Paddy's and the Harker's is along 349 The hall itself is in blue.
  3. Tom is great fun. Adores Eddie and gets into every last ounce of trouble he can.
  4. It was the mud that finally woke Jonas. Or rather, it was the horrific, suffocating memory of the mud that pulled him under, dragging him violently down into the dark, terrifying place where the past lived and breathed. He was back in the labyrinth. The ground beneath his boots was wet, slick, and treacherous, churned into a horrific, sucking quagmire by the frantic, dying boots of a thousand desperate men. The mud was soaked through with a horrifying, sticky mixture of freezing Scot
  5. Topher Lydon

    Chapter 12

    He gets there, falls in love, gets engaged in a sandstorm, marries the man of his dreams and becomes a father of triplets. Little Peter finds his way.
  6. I am enjoying this greatly, I find Oliver an interesting read. Though I must say the line "He had Paris in his eyes." Is going to haunt me for a long time to come, powerful turn of phrase. Well done
  7. ooooo :: reads with avid interest ::
  8. It's been a nightmare. I use one localized to my own computer. so it is a lot slower, and can be REALLY stubborn
  9. It's nice to see the Budding friendship between Hollis and T'Virith pay off. Even if they are carrying each other's pillows.
  10. Also I am aware there are 30 babies, not 29... my AI editor which runs consistency checks, does not. It seems to think Rudy is something else entirely. So instead of me manually editing reams of text, I will refer to Rudy as the Hollis-ling, because it is more amusing and less work for me. Long live Rudy Hollis!
  11. Some of you are aware that I have been very unwell of late. I am getting through the other side of it. But it has meant that my usual output is severely curtailed. This is as much as I have written so far of this little tale. So I am going to put a TO BE CONTINUED on this story, and switch tomorrow to something else. I will return to the crew of the Zodiac, and their adventures. But I need to write some more of it and let my health recover some. Thank you for understanding.
  12. The lower cargo bay of the USS Zodiac smelled distinctively of ozone, recycled air, and the lingering, unmistakable scent of burnt synthesized coffee. It was a cavernous, dimly lit space where the bulkheads were scarred with plasma burns and the deck plates were a patchwork quilt of mismatched, scavenged metal. It was a space that spoke of desperate survival, reckless improvisation, and a complete disregard for Spaceforce aesthetic regulations. Currently, it was serving as a classroom.
  13. Three hundred pounds is a good start, enough to fend the debtors off for a little while. And keep the tennants fed... maybe get essential repairs done. And buy medicine for Tom's mother. It won't clear debts, but it buys them a bit of time.
  14. Paddy is a treat that I am writing in. Surrogate father to Eddie, and keenly aware of little Tommy Harker's plight. I like how he's seen the true measure of Edward, and approves. This is a good man in ruin, and despite that ruin, Eddie is doing his best to live up to his responsibilities. Jonas is good for the little Lord.
  15. With the Toddlers, pretty much
  16. He's got to baby sit the incredibly bored, incredibly horny intern or doom.
  17. Good Morning The boys are up to no good
  18. The cold that descended upon the county of Kent in the deep, unforgiving dead of December was not merely an absence of heat; it was a physical, malicious, and entirely predatory entity. It did not simply chill the skin, it actively hunted for the marrow of the bone, seeking out the vulnerabilities of the living with a ruthless, icy efficiency. The winter wind howled off the frozen, desolate stretches of the northern marshes, sweeping across the barren fields to batter mercilessly against the dec
  19. Spike would like to remind you, that a couple of extra inches are always welcome.
  20. Special Agent Arthur Crin stood in the shadow of a commercial dumpster in a downtown Los Angeles alleyway, the humid night air pressing against his bespoke Italian suit like a damp towel. He was a man who appreciated order. He believed in systems, in hierarchies, and in the overwhelming, irresistible force of the Federal Bureau of Magical Investigation. He had spent his entire career neutralizing threats that defied the laws of physics, and he had done so with a cold, terrifying efficiency that
  21. I wanted to capture a moment for Hollis, a sense of loss. His sacrifice allowed Tweek to be found. But Melvin Hollis will not be so hard to forget. Rudy Hollis has some big shoes to fill.
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