Rhythminthemind

This is true. Plus, weaker than his own little sister, and Bex likes to playfight. That makes it hard to hide, too.

Well, I can't give the full mechanics of it without spoilers, but you did get it partly right. Good reasoning, there's just some factors that get revealed later on.

Indeedly so.

That is entirely possible.

Family: The woman leaned against the shattered window, her fingers clenching occasionally against the scarred wooden frame. Marcus watched from his position against the wall, trying to figure out how best to approach her. He allowed himself a momentary irritation that dealing with Father’s dispatches was his job now instead of Samson’s. The older man had busied himself in calming the customers and seeing the children back to bed, leaving him to deal with the pissed off superhuman. “So,

How was he able to carry Tasha? Well, for one thing, he was carrying her on his back, so he was lifting with his powers, not his muscles. For another, the change happened after he dropped Tasha off at home.

James: In spite of his better judgement, James dawdled somewhat on his return home, glorying in the feel of the night air all around him; the utter freedom of weightlessness. Floating high above the city lights, he could almost feel the wind all around him, the way it flowed and eddied, the currents changing from altitude to altitude. He closed his eyes to focus on the feeling, a smile touching his lips. It felt like reaching beyond himself, trying to extend his hands further than the reach

Hehe. I enjoyed that conversation. Tasha's fun to write.

Glad to hear I have your interest. 😛

Can he fly high enough? Almost definitely, considering that he could likely reach space were he so inclined. As for Tasha, she's fifteen. Heh. I like James' little internal boob dilemma. Apparently, this was when readers and stuff first started figuring out he was gay.

Accurate.

James: The boy shot through the nighttime air like… well, like nothing he could conveniently reference. The feeling of it was odd, to say the least. He could tell by the way the lights moved below him that he was moving fast, but beyond that, he had no way of gauging his own speed. It normally took his mother a little over half an hour to deliver him to his school in the morning traffic. In flight, however, he guessed the journey took around two minutes, perhaps longer given the sheer exhil

We shall see.

Thanks! 🙂

Wow. Tasha with Mjolnir. Scary thought.

You click on the messages icon (the one shaped like an unopened letter) at the top right hand corner of the page when you are logged in. From there, you click on "compose new" and you write my screen name, 'Rhythminthemind' into the address box. Like an email.

He is a marshmallow.

Thanks, Will. I'm perfectly happy for you to continue making suggestions. However, you should probably be made aware that your suggestions will not always be followed. Understand that this story has been in publication for four years, and that I have been working with editors for most of that time. I am by no means going to get offended by grammatical suggestions. That being said, I want to make a note here. The things you are pointing to are all technically true. They note small speech inconsistencies or points of awkwardness. You should be made aware, though, that many of these are intentional. People in real life do not speak with perfect grammar, and there are certain speech notations that, while technically incorrect, parse into speech more easily. "Your father and I" for example, is an article of common parlance, and as a result, tends to be used more often than "your father and me". The same goes with James and "look at me different". The word choice there was chosen to be awkward, specifically because he is, in that moment, a twelve year old talking about something that he finds uncomfortable. He speaks awkwardly, because he's feeling awkward. Don't mistake me, though. I'm not offering a blanket refutation, here. "I was informed that these ones should be a decent match" is a valid point of critique, and I will go over it with my editor when they're around. I'm happy to receive more notes. Just don't expect them to be uniformly followed.

That certainly could be a thing, yeah.

"Since when does politics make sense?" Hah! 😆

James: “Wait, so if she’s gonna be Queen of Mars, then why does she need the Silent Knight to die for her? Can’t she just order Lord Commander Hadran to step off?” “Yeah, but if she did that, then we wouldn’t get to see this cool robot fight.” James gestured towards the television, where two animated metal figures were indeed dueling fiercely with one another. “But the fight makes no sense. If the war’s over, then these guys are on the same side now, aren’t they?” “… I think

Yep.

Heh. Calm. Tasha: I got shot in the leg. *Sips chamomile.*

Ooh. Good point.

Tasha: The brown haired man was smiling. His trap had worked, and now he leaned once more against the corridor wall, smugness practically radiating from every inch of him. The attacker, for her part, was still for the moment, seemingly content to allow Tasha to make the first move. She took a few seconds, tensing and relaxing every muscle group in her body, ascertaining that everything was still working as it should be. Good, nothing was broken, that was something, at least. The floor