Geron Kees

"I think I understand now where my other self went," Charlie said, on the drive back. Everyone had been silent, reviewing the things they had learned. "You went to see where the guests came from," Ricky said, from the back seat. "To see what they escaped from. At least, that's what I'm thinking now." Charlie nodded. "My first guess was another planet, but now I don't think that. My other self has a good feel for going, if that means anything to you." Horace glanced at him. "Going?

I stand confected! 😉

"That's an amazing tale," Horace said, watching Charlie closely as he finished recounting his trip. "I would even say an unbelievable one, if I didn't sense otherwise." "I have no proof," Charlie said. He looked at his friends, and smiled, and then let his gaze go back to Horace. "Fortunately, you're the only one I have to convince." "Oh, my, but you have." The ghost hunter gave a gentle nod of his head. "I have learned to trust the sight, Charlie. I am listening to it now, and it is tel

Yep. Gotta keep the lovers together, you know!

Well, if you recall the previous tale, Ricky was able to follow Charlie to the wreck of Pacha's ship when Max got caught and couldn't get all the way there. Ricky's and Charlie's talents are of the same odd branch of magic, though different. Adrian and Kip share a similarity in the way their talents work, too. At some point all four of them will probably find a bonding point that allows them all to work together as one. But you didn't hear that from me! Okay, I understand you want to see more of some of the other story characters. I'll see what I can do. But I really don't think I'll be mixing story universes anytime soon!

I actually considered naming him 'Wingnut', but it sounded like I was making fun of him, and I like Horace. Wingspanner, at least, gives a sense of slight oddness, which was what I wanted, but doesn't create quite the same image of marbles rolling about the man's feet. 😁

I'll wait to the last chapter to see!

Yes. It's always nice when a decent gesture works out well for everyone in the end. Except for the big, weird hungry sky claw thing, but we don't care about it, do we?

Mind altering drug? Um...like, which one?

I did think of it earlier. It just took the guys a little while to catch up!

"... I started leaning in towards to screen. You know. Cause if you lean closer to the screen the words have less far to travel so you read faster." Ain't science wunnerful?

Oh, I'm not fishing! That must be something else you feel reeling you in! 🙂

I didn't think of that. Be vewy, vewy quiet! 🙂

"Wake up, Charlie Boone. It's Halloween!" Charlie opened his eyes. Sunlight was streaming into the right-hand window, and the room was cheery and bright. Kippy's face hovered above him, smiling. Charlie grinned, raised his head and kissed his boyfriend. "What a gorgeous sight to awaken to!" Kippy laughed into their kiss, and Charlie tasted toothpaste. It immediately made him conscious of dragon breath, and he closed his mouth and lay back against the pillow. "You've been up. I haven

I lived in a small town outside Amsterdam until I was nine. The Netherlands was a TV-poor nation at that time, with five channels nationally, and not all of them available in every market. A lot of the programming was, shall we say, dull. My parents are both readers, and we inherited that love from them. I also read a lot as a kid, thinking nothing of settling down with a book after dinner and reading until late, and completing the entire book. After we came the The States, there was a new world of TV to see, the woods all around me, and new friends to enjoy. That cut into my reading a bit. But I still liked to read for hours at a time, and I maintained that habit well into my teens, only having to moderate it when I went off to college, and then later into the business world. Today I generally have a book and read a chapter or two before bed, and nurse the thing along until I'm done. One day, when I'm retired, I can see going back to the marathon read. I doubt there are very many writers out there that are not also readers. I feel like you kind of have to absorb the experience first in order to be able to give it back. 🙂

I ain't sayin' nuthin!

I don't want to confuse you. But I'll take any reaction at this point!

There is a distinct echo in this room!

Shh! THEY might be listening!

Thank you!

I felt like I was talking to Yoda there, for a second!

As a long time fan of good mac 'n cheese, I salute you, sir! The White Owl Cafe in the story is based on a real place in Norwich, NY, called the Wild Owl Cafe. Their mac 'n cheese is always worth the trip, if you ever get down that way! Having skwish would probably be more of a help than a hindrance, I think. I just sense it!

Yeah! What he said!

With a few exceptions, I always write my stuff as one long story, not in chapters. I then break them at the natural breaks in action in the story, and that does not always result in chapters of equal length. After posting one long file for my first year or two of posting, I gave in to the many suggestions, mostly here at GA, for shorter chapters. Not everyone has the time to marathon read, and finding where you paused in a long file can be a pain in the butt. If this site offered bookmarking, it would be different. In looking back, I see I could have combined a couple of the shortest chapters and gotten away with eight chapters instead of ten. But there was a rush to get posted, and it just worked out the way it did. As it is, chapter nine will post just after midnight tonight, and the final chapter at 8:00 AM tomorrow. Better planning could have avoided this, but I've been very short of free time lately and just did the best that I could.

Charlie awoke to darkness. No...not total darkness. He could see the windows, still only illuminated by the porch lights below. It was still night, obviously. His awareness firmed, and concentrated on what had pulled him from slumber. A sound...a buzzing sound, much like the one made by a bumble bee, or one of those huge horseflies. He sighed, not particularly thrilled at the idea of something landing on him in the middle of a dream. He raised his head then, trying to home in on the sound...