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@chrstphrl @Seraph28 Thank you for the kind comments😊 We'll see how the situation at the dye works develops. It's always possible that events won’t unfold the way different people have planned. Tac Temogam’s true nature is indeed beginning to show. He is a very dangerous man, and it isn’t safe for Zdain — or anyone else — to be anywhere near him. We’re already approaching the final stretch of this fourth book, but there are still a few important events — or perhaps even a surprise — yet to come.
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Zaltarim "Farewell," Berron muttered and turned to leave. He had been checking his pocket watch so often that it was impossible not to notice how his nerves frayed as evening dimmed. Only with great reluctance had he agreed to show Zal and the others the hiding place in the dyehouse loft. Zal watched his retreating back and felt a deeper chill settle in him. They were on their own. "Useless man," Ragart growled, loading magazines for his submachine gun. Zal felt the urge to o
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Thank you! This is a very long story — dozens of plot threads and plenty of characters.😊
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Thank you all so much for your feedback. It truly warms my heart and encourages me to keep writing more stories. And I completely agree with you — romantic tales like this really do need a happy ending.🥰
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Sunday morning arrived with a pale golden light slanting through the crack in Mark's window blinds. Mark stirred slowly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. As his mind gradually woke up, he felt an unfamiliar warmth pressed solid against his right side. He shifted slightly, and his knee brushed against another set of legs. Then, everything from the night before flooded back into his mind. The blanket was kicked down into a messy heap at the foot of the bed. Sandro was lying on his s
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@Seraph28 Exactly. Zal sensed something in Darren when they briefly met in Castle Cache (in the second book). He couldn’t, however, define what that feeling was. None of these five boys could have imagined at the start of the story what kind of journey they were about to face.
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This is how I wanted to write it. I don’t like villains either.🙂
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Good questions — ones I can’t answer just yet😄 Franz really can reach the tower in his dreams, but how Darren could get there — if the goblins’ claim is actually true — is still a mystery. We’ll learn more about the tower at the very end of this book.
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Glad to hear you enjoyed the chapter. Let’s see what happens to Mark and Sandro in the final chapter🤫
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Darren The Uninhabited Lands His head was spinning. When he opened his eyes, he had to shut them again at once. Jagged patterns raced across his eyelids, and for a moment Darren felt an intense urge to throw up. Then his ears began to pick out sounds around him, and he remembered Danae. Where is she? Their hands had slipped apart the moment they stepped into the gate. After that, everything had been nothing but swirling chaos. Darren remembered the tumbling and the white flashes. Whe
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Thanks for the comments!☺️ Mark is almost as bad at reading people as he is at talking about his feelings. And he definitely doesn’t want to mess everything up again by blurting out his feelings to Sandro. Jared is simply a kind and caring person — the type who dislikes conflict between people. He’d certainly want Mark and Sandro to be back on good terms.
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Exactly. A story needs misunderstandings and a bit of drama😃
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Good point. Even though Sandro is angry, it would be out of character for him to seriously hurt Mark. Most likely he didn’t kick the ball with full force (even if that’s how it seems to Mark).
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"Mark, don't," Jared warned, stepping into his path. Around them, a crowd of partygoers had formed a silent ring, their curious, judgmental eyes locked onto Mark. The music thumped in the background, but in that hallway, the silence felt deafening. Jared grabbed Mark's arm firmly. "Leave Sandro alone. You've done enough." "Let me go, Jared! Please!" Mark pleaded, his voice cracking with a raw desperation that echoed over the crowd. He tried to yank his arm free, but Jared held on tight. "Yo
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Thank you all for your comments! I’ve really enjoyed reading them.😊 Clearly nothing is easy between these boys. Let’s see what happens in the next chapter.
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Saturday evening arrived with a crisp autumn chill, but the air inside Mark's chest felt strangely lighter than it had in months. Coming out to his family the day before had felt like stripping off a suit of lead armor. For a few fleeting hours after that tearful conversation in their living room, Mark had allowed himself to breathe. He had survived the secret. His parents still loved him. Katie had his back. But as he walked down the dimly lit suburban street toward Sammy's house, the
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@Philippe @drsawzall Mark is really poor at expressing his feelings — even for a teenage boy. So I think letters and serenades would be completely out of the question for him. In the next chapter we’ll see what his plan for approaching Sandro looks like.🫣
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Nice to hear the story interests you. I planned to make this just a short story, which is why the chapters are so brief. Maybe at some point I’ll write a longer story about some other boys.
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Many thanks for your comments.😊I’m not intending to add any death‑related elements to the story. There’s certainly angst, but most of it is Mark’s internal struggle.
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@FanLit @akascrubber @VBlew Thanks for the comments. In the next chapter we’ll see what happens at Sammy’s party.🙂
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@Seraph28 @Cane23 How much easier things would have been for Mark if he had had this conversation earlier. Teenagers unfortunately don’t tend to share their troubles easily, especially with their parents.
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Friday morning was cold, damp, and utterly miserable. Mark sat stiffly in the passenger seat of his father's sedan, staring out the rain-streaked window at the main entrance of his high school. The principal, Timothy Vance, had called Mark's parents late Thursday evening. Zero tolerance for physical violence on school grounds. That was the rule. "Do you have any idea how embarrassing this is, Mark?" his father, Rick, said, gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white.
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@chrstphrl @Seraph28 @Cane23 @akascrubber @Modified Cub @DenCornell Thanks for the comments.😊 We’ll see what happens to Mark. Four chapters to go, and the last ones are a bit longer than the earlier chapters.
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@chrstphrl Thanks for the feedback.😊 I also consider Franz a successful character, precisely because he’s so complex and not overly nice or immediately easy to like. At the beginning of the story Franz was more of a side character, but the further the series has progressed, the more space he has claimed in the narrative. If I had known how the story would eventually unfold when I first started writing, I would have built many plot turns and characters differently. Even at this point — near the end of the fourth book — I still wasn’t entirely sure how all of this would end.😏
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Thursday brought the kind of heavy, damp chill that made the high school hallways smell like wet raincoats and cheap body spray. Mark was leaning against his locker, shoving a folder into his backpack, when Sammy bounced over. Sammy possessed a permanent, restless energy that made him almost impossible to ignore. "Marky-Mark!" Sammy grinned, pulling Mark into a playful headlock. "Listen up. Saturday night. The annual Miller twins' extravaganza at my place. Sienna's promised to supply ‘
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