I enjoyed this chapter at least as much as god characters in them did. I doubt a slice of cake would be left over, but I really would love a lesson on icing. Louis and Don could not have done more to make Max part of their home and family. Thank you.
Well. Stefano has a clear line to Hailey, and everything points to an easy hit on a man who remains terribly vulnerable. Something tells me that Corbin may never see his chicks mature.
Your entry today can point the way for anyone undergoing undue anxiety or dislocation. And that you’re writing again is a positive indicator of progress. I send you hugs, my friend.
You are leaving me hanging. Bloody, bereft, and bewildered, the survivors have only their wits and a bit of information on their side. How can they regroup and strike back? And how badly split are Diarmad’s subjects that such an attempt could take place? Looking for the next chapter... very, very soon. Please?
It’s kind of like appreciating the beauty of fine watches or machines, maybe. There is a delight in figuring out that it works. Or maybe I’m just full of it. Thanks very much.
I’m so sorry you are going through this; doubly sorry you are being inundated - and hurt - by well meaning, yet clueless individuals.
I offer you my hopes for healing and peace for restoration.
Dinner with Death and the Overprotective Brother... whew. Azrael is very nearly normal in conversation; but Diego is mostly mute. Could it have gone better? I doubt it. Looking forward to more...