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Patric'ks admission gave me moist eyes....

Good to see that he accepts quite easily that there wont be any wolfinettes in his future any more! His parents being so open and helpful is surely a tteat for his troubled soul. Hope the enforcer can see the light, before fragile minds get hurt. His mate or the Alpha should help him...

Ah, shit! You had to have CJ drop the fucking L- bomb on NYE! Have you no shame.....keeping us in frustrated agony for two years and then out of a fricking midnight sky, on a smokey dopey evening.....really! Having the guys disperse gives you a chance to concentrate on fewer characters, and bring one or the other back in for a weekend or a holiday to fill any gaps or spike things up a bit ad lib. Sneaky. But then, I would not expect anything less from a guy who never does romance and cliffies! Btw. I have to push the project of getting ink now. Shown up by fictional characters....can't have that!

I had to laugh at Kellar, as he started rambling and babbling The minute Gramps woke up. Couldn't stop, and surely his literally "colorful" and oh, so verbose outburst did not make any sense at all to the old man! I am sure there are quite a few collections of famous "Last Words" but is there a pndant for FIRST words? 'Piss' just was a wonderful and fitting thing to say after years as wolf! Thanks for this great and touching chapter!

A strange end to the wedding.....police must be all over the place by now! But most importantly, our guys are good, better than before in fact. For whatever weird prodding, they've taken the next step. One that had been anticipated by quite a few of us, I reckon. Btw. In one of the first paragrahs it seems that the autocorrect pulled a fast one over you! I would assume the trumpeteer played the "Trumpet Voluntary" and not a 'triumphant Voltaire'! (End of wisecracking)

Interesting angle you chose! Now hooked on tne Parker Valley stuff again....wish you'd post in short intervalls- cold turkey is such a drag!

Btw. You can always tell a truly great chapter when the comment section is longer than the original post! ( or the chapter was far too shortrtrtrt instead of lomgerererer!) - or a combination thereof?

I cannot possibly add any more to the score of astute observations of my fellow readers here .... but I do have to wonder why Kellar made no contact with Fendtal in his wolf form? Sure wolfs can communicate? I probably missed or forgot that part. But then we bears are probably not as quick and cunning as wolves - especially not just coming out from hibernation! Thanks for this touching chapter!

Grand!

Hillaryous! I enjoy your sidesteps into politics and the antics of our beloved squaddies - Ritchie now included. Toolbox.....nuff said!

Chapter goooood - cliffie baaaad! I am curious about the school Ritchie seems to attend. Ever since I've read "Seasons for the Boy", by Chris James at awesomedude.com, I have a new found respect for a branch of the Quakers, or the Society of Friends. If you are in need of something religious, peaceful and respectful and of a christian flavor, study them. But go for the variety that does not have preachers!

so.....which model Bronco is it now? We men have a right to know!

What a smoothe way to refresh our memories and effortlessly bring Ethan into the fold! Relaxed and easy going, all the way. Yeah, I know the boys do that also, quite vocal apparently! Had to check Schottnyc.com for any sale offers while reading.....never one to pass a chance!

For a regrettably shorterer chapter, this was a very lovely one! And such a wonderful story, kept me in a warm and fuzzy place all winter! No some storms are howling outside - I think my British brethren call it Doris - and I am starting to crepe my very own trip to the polar circle next week! Dogs and bears, oh my! Hopefully not many of the latter, most likely no friendly shifter bears out there in real life! But the black ones are further south, the white ones further west and the brownies sleeping still - we hope! As always I'll keep my eyes open for any up and coming four-legged athletes from the Sabaakax Clan! I carry special treats for them! Go mush! Now for the important stuff: Sasha, the spring story? A kart racing boy, advancing to formula cars perhaps? LoL

I'm with Kitt on that one. There seems to be a strong connection from Arthur to his Sybil- did they manage a quick tumble in yhe hay, bach when? So I guess good old Miss Sybill is either sprouting wings by now and taking to the morning sky or pressing someone into driver duty!

How sweet! Gotta love the little tiger! You better continue this story - even for you it'd be hard to come up with something new to match this! Just saying...

Cliffie - baaaad! Story good! I feel with all the main characters - even with gramps, to some degree. Masterful

The frost cleared the fog.. .. I am happy-for now. 'Twas about bloody time!

Better now. Thank you. Having only now read ch six, I was getting angry.... wanted to ask you all to kindly look the other way, while I slap both boys for a bit. I am good at that, you know! But Marty won't be able to stay closeted much like longer, and it's a good thing he stood up for Nerdy! Pity the "Dark Eyed Boy" is not ready yet to be belted from the stage....but then, have we heard Marty sing?

Intense! (But I had to take all the kudos back I was going to awarding you for that BAD cliffhanger!)

Ah yes, now that it had been mentioned- the t-shirt thing..... the vivid details in describing places and chatacters make me want to pack my riding gear and a tux and join CJ's dads for some good times!

Sweet! Almost inconspicuous, the way Jian interacts with the toothy cat! He'll be great with the animals, making them feel much more at ease in their confines. And easily have them enjoy learning a few tricks which the audience will love to see! Oh, and Sasha - sacrilege! You let the boys miss a very important inhabitant!

A song I like - and so it was also the first greek song I tried to sing in my favorite Greek restaurant. There exists a much different version in english, more like a nonsense /fun kids song. Στίχοι: Νίκος Γκάτσος Μουσική: Μάνος Χατζιδάκις Πρώτη εκτέλεση: Αλίκη Καγιαλόγλου Άλλες ερμηνείες: Βασίλης Λέκκας Μάριος Φραγκούλης Μαρία Φαραντούρη Αλκίνοος Ιωαννίδης Μανώλης Μητσιάς Σαββίνα Γιαννάτου Ακούστε την ιστορία του Κεμάλ ενός νεαρού πρίγκιπα, της ανατολής απόγονου του Σεβάχ του θαλασσινού, που νόμισε ότι μπορεί να αλλάξει τον κόσμο. αλλά πικρές οι βουλές του Αλλάχ και σκοτεινές οι ψυχές των ανθρώπων. Στης Ανατολής τα μέρη μια φορά και ένα καιρό ήταν άδειο το κεμέρι, μουχλιασμένο το νερό στη Μοσσούλη, τη Βασσόρα, στην παλιά τη χουρμαδιά πικραμένα κλαίνε τώρα της ερήμου τα παιδιά. Κι ένας νέος από σόι και γενιά βασιλική αγροικάει το μοιρολόι και τραβάει κατά εκεί. τον κοιτάν οι Βεδουίνοι με ματιά λυπητερή κι όρκο στον Αλλάχ τους δίνει, πως θ’ αλλάξουν οι καιροί. Σαν ακούσαν οι αρχόντοι του παιδιού την αφοβιά ξεκινάν με λύκου δόντι και με λιονταριού προβιά απ’ τον Τίγρη στον Ευφράτη, απ’ τη γη στον ουρανό κυνηγάν τον αποστάτη να τον πιάσουν ζωντανό. Πέφτουν πάνω του τα στίφη, σαν ακράτητα σκυλιά και τον πάνε στο χαλίφη να του βάλει την θηλιά μαύρο μέλι μαύρο γάλα ήπιε εκείνο το πρωί πριν αφήσει στην κρεμάλα τη στερνή του την πνοή. Με δύο γέρικες καμήλες μ’ ένα κόκκινο φαρί στου παράδεισου τις πύλες ο προφήτης καρτερεί. πάνε τώρα χέρι χέρι κι είναι γύρω συννεφιά μα της Δαμασκού τ’ αστέρι τους κρατούσε συντροφιά. Σ’ ένα μήνα σ’ ένα χρόνο βλέπουν μπρος τους τον Αλλάχ που από τον ψηλό του θρόνο λέει στον άμυαλο Σεβάχ: «νικημένο μου ξεφτέρι δεν αλλάζουν οι καιροί, με φωτιά και με μαχαίρι πάντα ο κόσμος προχωρεί» Καληνύχτα Κεμάλ, αυτός ο κόσμος δε θα αλλάξει ποτέ Καληνύχτα... Lyrics: Nikos Ykatsos Music: Manos Hatzidakis First version: Aliki Kayialoylou Other versions: Vasilis Lekkas Marios Fraykoulis Maria Farantouri Alkinoos Ioannidis Manolis Mitsias Savvina Yiannatou Hark to the story of Kemal a young prince of the East descendant of Sinbad the Sailor who thought he could change the world. But bitter is the will of Allah and dark the souls of men. In the lands of the East once upon a time the purse was empty and the water stale. In Mosul* and Bushehr* on the old coconut tree the children of the desert now cry bitter tears. And a young man of an old and royal line hears the lament and grows near. the Bedouins** look at him sadly and he gives them an oath in Allah's name, that times will change. When the lords heard of the lad's fearlessness they set out with wolf's teeth and lion's skin from Tigris*** to Euphrates***, from the earth to the heavens they hunt for the deserter, to capture him alive. The horde descends upon him like rabid dogs and takes him to the Caliph to place the noose [on his neck] black honey and black milk he drank that morning before he breathed his last on the gallows. The Prophet**** awaits before the Gates of Heaven with two elderly camels and a red horse. They now go hand in hand and it's cloudy but the star of Damascus kept them company. In a month and a year they see Allah before them and from his high throne he says to the simple Sinbad: "my beaten smart-aleck, times do not change, the world always moves on by fire and blades" Goodnight Kemal, this world will never change. Goodnight...

I have to take Marty shopping for some hot rocker outfits! Waiting for a laid back bassist with a cool Alembic or fanned frets Dingwall, always coming up with the wittiest remarks. After all guitarists are the inborn adversaries of bass players! Trust me, I know!

Amazing! The story behind the exodus being supervised by Kellar's ancestor will be thrilling to learn. And it will shed much light on the history of shifters. Now that you seem to have the longerererer thing down pat, we need to collectively work on you for twice weekly postings. Monday is far too far away!