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Chapter 4 - The Message.
William King commented on William King's story chapter in Chapter 4 - The Message.
It is sometimes difficult to reply to comments in a manner that does not disclose what happens later. The mysterious old man plays an important role, without him being there the journey would not progress! Thank you for your review comments. -
Oh, you could make a grown man cry with such beautiful words.
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A motorbike, I like that, and the description of the ride across town. This chapter was well written. Now I want to know what happens next!
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The story develops in a sometimes confusing fashion, but it was not the first contact with the boy. The boy is someone he needs to save/protect. There is a logic to why the landscape is surreal, you may have an idea as the story develops, you will certainly find out before it's over. Thank you for reading and for your review comments.
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Pakal's sarcophagus, the credit goes to you for finding it, I did not have that in mind when writing the description, but it fits perfectly.
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Chapter 1 - Truck Stop.
William King commented on William King's story chapter in Chapter 1 - Truck Stop.
I think you sum it up perfectly, your review touches on the surreality. -
I shed a tear when grandma passed away, I smiled along at the antics of Billy and Brett, and I felt a little sad for Dustin. Enjoyable, well written, great story, couldn't put it down.
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thank you for thinking of me, thank you for being here, and thank you for being you
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I think you some it up well, "sad and beautiful and tragic."
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Chapter 15 - Parting.
William King commented on William King's story chapter in Chapter 15 - Parting.
You followed the whole story chapter by chapter and I do really appreciate all your comments and encouragement, thank you. -
Chapter 14 - Resolution.
William King commented on William King's story chapter in Chapter 14 - Resolution.
I can only quote from this penultimate chapter: ..."But it's more complex than you might imagine," he paused allowing his words to have effect.... ..."So you can't give me all the answers to my questions?" I asked him.... -
"not above begging," I like that, but you don't need to. The characters start to grow on you by chapter 4 and the whole story just flows so naturally. You never ever think 'could that really happen' because you describe everything so well. I'm just trying to figure the date and suppose it's the 90's. It certainly was an explosive shared experience between the two of them, really well written. I know you're like on book 3, which led me here, I wanted to start at the beginning, even if I'm a bit late to the party.
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C'est beau, really beautiful... and I get to learn German
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Chapter 13 - High Places.
William King commented on William King's story chapter in Chapter 13 - High Places.
There are a lot of questions that need answering and things will be resolved soon. -
Chapter 12 - Indian Spirits.
William King commented on William King's story chapter in Chapter 12 - Indian Spirits.
You have pretty good insight, "Why dont they just Not do it?" you ask. We're getting there, although sometimes it takes a while as events have a certain momentum of their own. -
Chapter 11 - The Devil Within.
William King commented on William King's story chapter in Chapter 11 - The Devil Within.
Ah ha... a few more chapters and all will be revealed! -
[Second Edition] Martin James Connolly died on 2nd April 2004 at the Palace Clinic in Monterey, Mexico. He would have been twenty-two years old the following day. John Beresford was his best friend and his partner, he was at his bedside (note: their surnames have been changed to protect their privacy). I met John in 2006 at a gay men’s health and spirit retreat. During the week long event we became good friends and it was over this period that John talked to me about Martin and the many d
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[Second Edition] They didn’t know I could hear them, much less that I was lying back serenely watching events play out to their final conclusion. I think perhaps at the beginning they maybe thought I knew they were there, perhaps my mother and John were more convinced than my sister and dad. They had all been here, on and off, at my bedside. I didn’t know that then. I was too busy travelling, pursuing a journey that was probably only in my head. It’s true I mixed things up, I could see that n
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[Second Edition] That evening I talked with Jabez, I told him that I didn’t want to follow whatever El Cuervo de Plata had planned, and I tried to explain how I felt. I had started a journey from somewhere before Aramberri. I’d met and fallen in love with him, Jabez, the boy they called John. I had travelled across the desert to the ocean and into the mountains. Things had happened that I couldn’t understand, but now I didn’t want to continue. He listened, we didn’t argue. He cooked up a nice
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[Second Edition] It took the best part of the morning to find and climb the trail that led up into the mountains. To a place that contained the ruins of a large building, although there was not much left to see. We set up camp here on the flat ground inside the remains of the old walls. By late afternoon everything was in place, the tent was up, we even made a fire and ate our first hot meal in what seemed like ages. A little further up and set back into the mountain side was a water casc
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[Second Edition] We sat outside around the wooden table which we had now moved next to the trees, by the well. Jabez slung a rope around three trees and attached an old tarpaulin, the table was underneath, in the shade. I finished explaining my adventure of last night to Jabez and El Cuervo de Plata, they had both listened to everything without interrupting. I’d missed out some details, a bit from embarrassment rather than anything else, but all the essential stuff was there. The old Indian l
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[Second Edition] “You thought that the barman in Aramberri was some sought of magician,” El Cuervo de Plata was saying. “His name is El Ojo Negro (The Black Eye) and he is not of course a barman.” Jabez had made a meal with some supplies the old Indian had brought with him. He had a pickup parked around the back of the house, although I never heard him drive up when he first arrived. We sat, all three of us, around the little wooden table which we had moved outside to take advantage of th
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Chapter 10 - The Initiation.
William King commented on William King's story chapter in Chapter 10 - The Initiation.
There is more certainly and quite possibly some surprises. -
Chapter 9 - The Silver Crow.
William King commented on William King's story chapter in Chapter 9 - The Silver Crow.
Thank you for your comments and encouragement. -
[Second Edition] I blinked and rubbed the sleep from my eyes, Jabez stired beside me. The first rays of daylight were framing the old cloth that covered the little square opening over the sink. At the table, seated on one of the old wooden chairs was the black shadowy figure of a man covered by a poncho thrown over his shoulders. His face hidden by a large brimmed hat which had a feather sticking out of one side. I could easily have panicked, and in any other circumstances no doubt I woul
