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...
Yes. Limits of integration help you find the center of mass of the sink we wash the dishes in. Of course, they all kind of come out as thingies don’t they?
Che cosa succedendo qui? Do me a favor and get out of town for a weekend? This all seems fishier than a trawler full of mackerel. Paul is absolutely right to be annoyed, and is a prince for hanging on to Corbin anyway. Great chapter.