Nephylim

The discussion about whether they should spend the night on the bus was tense. While Aria understood it would be better to arrive at their grandmother’s in the morning, he struggled with the prospect of sleeping in the bedroom, even when Drew promised he wouldn’t leave them alone at all and would keep the light on. He relented when Cerrian suggested that once the food had gone she would turn the table into a bed. Within ten minutes of taking the pain medication, Amara wouldn’t have cared if

She's a surprise alright

Damn. Now you've got me wishing I'd written it like that. It would have been a total blast

Yeah. that's my biggest problem I'm just crossing my fingers and wishing one of my books will make the bestseller list which, frankly. is about as likely as winning the lottery

Or both

I think you're right. There might be time for my hippie van yet. Now all I need do is win the lottery I don't think my Peugot would loo quite the same.

He he. Me too. Especially the bus I've always had this dream of an old VW camper decked out in true hippie form. I was born just a little bit too late, I think

Drew really should have known better about the back of the bus, and particularly about leaving the boys alone in there. I think Aria coped remarkably well in the circumstances. At least he was able to relax and handle the situation when Drew was there which is a lot for him. As far as Amara's pain medication is concerned, I tend to be on your side. I think, if Amara was at home and resting the lighter pain meds would have been adequate, but they're in the middle of something that is uncomfortable for all of them. Maybe I overexaggerated a bit, but I am a writer after all. I am absolutely not like that in real life. I don't exaggerate at all. Ever. Not even a bit. Once we're settled with grandma we'll get to know a little bit more about Jay. They're a compelx character.

Jay is definitely part of the family now and they will all look after them. I love Cerrian. She's just so much fun to write. Nothing throws her off her stride. You last line made me think of Blue Oyster Cult "Don't Fear The Reaper"

And you really do know very little about her. She is as much a force of nature as her gransons

How did you know the bus is dripping engine oil? Cerrian really needs to get that fixed before she goes to India

Holster those slapping hands lads. You haven't even met the poor woman yet.

Hehe. Don't worry, there is going to be SUCH a showdown with Mamma Bear!! Can't wait for you guys to read it, but you need to be patient.

Stodgy harridan *snort* I'm going to tell her you said that

You can slap whoever you want, but you might want to reserve your opinion on that until you meet Lady Jane Graice.

Thank you so much. I've had so much fun writing this story and even more fun reading the comments

The interior of the bus was as colourful and eclectic as the outside. Blond wood clad the walls and curved overhead, broken up by psychedelic wall hangings and tapestries. The bright colours were echoed in the cushions that dotted the tiny seating area and round rag rug on the floor. To Drew’s right, was a small table attached to the wall, with two bench seats, and beyond that a miniature kitchen and a narrow passage that ended in a door. Drew was dubious about whether he would be able to walk d

Thank you. I appreciate every comment, especially when they open into dialogue. I can't honestly say it's every author's dearest wish to communicate with readers and discuss the stories and characters they love, but it is definitely mine. Thank you for your thoughtful comments, I'm happy when I see your name

Sadly, you don't find too many alligators in the UK. Maybe they could break into a zoo. I mean if you're disposing of a body I guess a little breaking and entering won't be too much of a problem

We haven't seen the last of her

Thank you. She is totally based on my own family :D as is Cerrian

The London house will be besieged by press. They're best well away from that. No one gets into Lady Jane Graice's estate if she doesn't want them too. She won't be appearing in the next chapter, but very soon.

They're absolutely based on real people, even the rugby boys and my friend who works in a rugby club. She'd be glad of the distraction because it's murder when both teams are home, especially if one is the youth team. Mrs Pugh and her Alan were my next door neighbours once, although that wasn't her name of course. :D

He he. Beware because I am one of them :D

An interesting journey :D