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You made Vinnie utter the "L" word. I would've thrown in a cliffie to boot. Lol.

Ahhh... so we get a glimpse of the man behind the evil shadows. Vinnie has some further training with Elaine, I'm sure.

But you're still going to recommend right? As @Danilo Syrtiswould do:

Another one bites the dust.

Intuition maybe? Lol.

I want to be a mage! Although I'd have to have at least 3 affinities. Cuz I wanna be badass that way. This chapter was even better than I remembered it.

In Spirit Wolves, Elijah was only a part of their world for a brief period of time. Not enough to foster the sort of friendship that warrants a call to them in this situation. In his mind, he is handling things the best way he knows how. Yes, this story is a continuation of Spirit Wolves but it's also Elijah's story. I honestly don't control what he told me to write. I'm sure the Sentinels would've been there for Elijah in a heartbeat.

I just clarified that I'm above average. 🤭

Average height for a female in the US is 5'4". I'm above average.

I'm not short either. 5'6" is average for a girl. Although I have gotten to the age where I'll probably start losing a few millimeters every year.

So much better than one of those blow-up swords they sell at carnivals. I agree with everything @Carlos Hazday said. (Weird,huh?) Also... you're not short. Everyone else is tall. Gotta go edit now. Okloveyoubaiiiiii!!

Dave has GOT to drop that disgusting cigarette habit. Looking forward to the dance!

I'm on the Curtis bandwagon with this one. He's one asshole who wouldn't hesitate to eat his own young.

You know damn well you were going to hear from me. Let's take this this one at a time. Love. The basest of all emotions in my opinion. We get pushed out into this world seeking ifrom our first breath. It's a continously changing, often fleeting feeling. Success. Oh she most certainly is a conniving bitch. Always whispering something different. Peace of mind. Fleeting on the best of days. Probably the most fragile of the bunch. He loves to play hide and seek. Individuality. Oh this one has arguably been my nemesis. One wears so many hats during their lifetime. Child. Sibling. Friend. Student. Neighbor. Niece/nephew. Boyfriend/girlfriend. Husband/wife. Parent.... the list goes on and on. How is one ever supposed to figure out who they are? Impossible. Regret. Every. Single. Day. It's the biggest pitfall of being given choices in life. How does one deal with the what ifs? Fear. Always lurking. Never fully banished. Time. Ah yes. This is a tricky one. Twenty some-odd years separate you and I so our perception of this old man is probably on opposite ends of the spectrum. In all likelihood I have less days ahead of me than you. I hear its ticking more loudly. Everyone of us is not good enough. We're broken. We're constantly seeking approval. We crave acceptance like any other addictive substance. We fail. We let ourselves get pushed around. Are your concerns surrounding life more or less important than anyone else's? Yes. No. It all comes down to perception. I've watched you over the past few months. We chat back and forth. Your humor is your shield. I know this because I am the same way. In many ways I still feel the pang of insecurity about myself with the same intensity as when I was in my teens and twenties. As the years grow plentiful under my belt they're still there, but the focus has shifted. Validation. The only one you need to seek Validation from is yourself. You do what is right for you. You want to see what strength looks like? Look in the mirror. Your words are your strongest weapon. Noah is there to hand you pen and paper (or boot up your laptop). It doesn't matter what name you choose. You are you. Make yourself heard. Know that you will always be changing. Sometimes it's a good thing. Sometimes not. Knowing you're in a good place and recognizing the effort it takes to get there is half the battle. Finding the energy to get to that better place is the other half. My chat is always open. 😘❤

Hope everyone who is celebrating Thanksgiving has a good day!

Interesting and original take on the whereabouts of the laptop. I like the way you think. Keep on going, you'll find out soon enough. It's worth this:

When I wrote this chapter my mom was still alive, but knowing that she was 91 and her dementia was progressively worse, I knew at some point my family would be saying goodbye. She died at the end of August and we had to postpone her service. It will be in February on what would have been her 92nd birthday. She and my dad were devout Catholics and while most of us kids have dropped organized religion like a hot potato, we still will have a religious service for her. It's what she would've wanted. Losing both parents is hard no matter what age you are. Also... don't put the kleenex away yet.... just sayin'

I'm glad you survived the fall! Yes, I am wicked. 😈 Reading the comments will probably take longer than reading the chapter. Lol. But it's entertaining. "Lovely" is a word I never think of when dealing with my Krew. Wacky is more like it, although my beta is a loveable geek. So read on, Darryl and enjoy the rest of the ride. This story will probably take you emotionally beyond Earth. Bring a spacesuit and plenty of oxygen and you'll be fine. There's plenty of Krew members in the far corners to help out. Feel free to comment along the way and please recommend the story. (Instructions are in the comments of chapter 40... second to last page I think)

I'm glad you enjoyed it. You may want to read Wait. What? The Devil is Gay and Corrupting the Innocent. Same characters but a snarkier, lighter side of Lucifer. Still short stories. Thanks for reading and commenting!

Quite optimistic aren't you?

The detective sounds like a douche.

Poor Cow-man. Pushed to the side in favor of a Flamigo.

Shouldn't you be writing?

I'm taking.a little break. I'm almost done my little side project and then it's back to business. Thanks for reading and commenting!

Here's your Florida picture! Sunrise Friday at my work. Only good thing about getting up at the crack of dawn!