Curveball Issue 36: The Titan’s Shadow

Part Two: Crossfire Safehouse

Red Shift stands in the garage of the Crossfire safehouse, staring through a portal at the conference room of the Nautilus. The portal is shaped like a Persian arch, its borders purple-back shadow mixed with radiant gold light—a combination difficult to stare at directly. Light warps around it, making the air at the edges ripple. The interior of the arch gives a clear view of the other side, and he can actually hear people moving around the conference room. That side of the portal is currently in the Atlantic Ocean, somewhere between Puerto Rico and Florida. He crossed from there to New York City in only four steps.

That’s fast. Even for me.

He shrugs his right shoulder, trying to adjust his backpack without letting go of the overstuffed duffel bag in his right hand. The bulk is inconvenient, but he can’t stop staring at the portal, through the portal… around the portal. He’s worked with teleporters, and he’s seen teleportation tech, but he’s never seen anything quite like this.

“You actually walked through that thing?”

Curveball stands on a small platform set in front of the door that leads to the living area on the second floor. Stairs made of industrial concrete and steel pipe connect the platform with the garage. He isn’t in great shape: his face is a mask of bruises, and one arm hangs limply by his side as the empty sleeve of a canvas shirt hangs over it. His eyes are sharp and clear, though. He looks at the portal warily.

“Sure did.” Red Shift readjusts his grip on the duffel bag and walks to the raised platform. “Didn’t melt or anything. That’s a pretty useful trick the Doctor has.”

Curveball blinks. “The Doctor? That’s what he went with? He’s gonna get his ass sued.”

Red Shift laughs, then shakes his head. “He went with ‘Doctor Enigma.’ It’ll take a while to figure out how to address him in the third person.”

Curveball looks amused in spite of himself. “You could just call him David.”

You could,” Red Shift says.

“You staying, or going back?” Curveball asks the question a little too casually for Red Shift to believe he doesn’t care about the answer.

“Doctor Thorpe has plenty of biologists at his disposal,” Red Shift says. “Most of them are better than me. I figure I’ll be more useful attacking a… what did you call it?”

Curveball relaxes a little. “An evil wizard’s tower.”

Red Shift nods. “An evil wizard’s tower.” He hefts the duffel bag again. “Doctor Thorpe and I brought a few force multipliers.”

“Good.” Curveball stands to one side, letting Red Shift through the door. “Thanks. It’d be nice if we could get Regiment and Vigilante in on this as well, but hell yes I’ll take the guy who can break Mach 12.”

Red Shift flashes an affable grin as he walks through the door.

* * *

Jenny Forrest stares down at the motionless form of her uncle and tries to figure out what, exactly, she should feel.

In some ways it would be easier if he was dead. If he was dead she could look past all the years—decades, probably—that he had been a self-important asshole who cared more about his career than his family. That’s what you do with dead people, right? You overlook the bad, and focus on the good. So she could forget how terrible he was, and focus on how he died a hero, working with his grandfather to bring down a powerful conspiracy. But he’s not dead—not yet. At the moment he’s lying down on a ratty green couch, surrounded by a circle of that weird purple-gold energy David conjured out of thin air.

Looking down at the man, it’s hard not to remember all the times she hated him—hated the way he used his grandfather’s fame to further his own career, hated the way he tried to control everyone he met, hated that fake smile that everyone who wasn’t part of the family thought looked exactly like Liberty’s.

Still, looking down at the man and seeing shadows of the pain and fear that were etched into his face just minutes before, it’s hard to think of him as anything but a victim. But even that is wrong: if his statement is to be believed, he was working a long con with his grandfather. That means being a raging asshole was part of the job. That makes everything even more complicated. Had it all been an act? Does she know anything about her uncle at all?

“Jesus, Uncle Toby. Are you some kind of hero after all?”

“Looks like.”

Jenny looks up to see CB standing in the doorway. Just behind him, Red Shift ducks into the weird room with the torture chair.

“I didn’t realize I said that out loud,” she admits.

CB smiles slightly. “Monologuing. Occupational hazard.”

Jenny tries to suppress a smile. “I thought only villains did that.”

“They’re just better at it, usually because they’re standing off by themselves while their minions do all the dirty work. Heroes have to monologue while fighting, which makes effective wordplay challenging. On the other hand, we have amazing cardio.”

She laughs in spite of herself, then frowns when she looks back down at her uncle. “Were you serious? About him being a hero?”

CB walks into the room, staring at the Senator with a mixture of admiration and dislike. “Yeah.”

“I always thought he was one of the bad guys,” Jenny says. “Not exactly evil, but so wrong I never understood how he could be related to great-grandfather. His whole ‘metahumans are unregistered weapons’ spiel was pretty awful. But if he was acting all this time—”

“Pretty sure he wasn’t lying about that,” CB says. “Let’s just call him complicated and leave it at that.”

They stand in silence a while.

“How’s your arm?” Jenny asks.

CB stretches it out in front of him, wincing slightly, then shakes it out, wincing a little more. “A little better. Red Shift brought an IV with some of Crossfire’s weird regenerative concoction. I’ll be fine after that.”

“Red Shift?” Jenny asks, cautiously optimistic. “Is he…?”

“He is,” CB says. “We get two-thirds of Crossfire for this. I’ll take it.”

The swinging door to the kitchen opens, and David Bernard steps through. He looks different, even since this morning: he’s stronger, healthier, and no longer half-starved or on the verge of exhaustion. The hollowness in his eyes and cheeks have filled out to the point that he almost looks normal. That said, there’s still something… off. Jenny can’t put her finger on it, but the wholesome, all-American appearance is flawed somehow, as if it were covered in a nearly-transparent film smeared with a fine layer of ink.

“Lieutenant,” CB says. He steps to the side to give David a better view of the Senator. “Or, uh, Doctor Enigma, I guess.”

David grins self-consciously. “Such a pompous name.”

“And Sky Commando wasn’t?” Jenny asks.

“It felt a little more earned…” David stares down at Senator Morgan, furrowing his brows in concentration.

Jenny feels a pang of worry. “What is it? Is he getting worse?”

David shakes his head. “Still holding steady. I’m trying to figure out how long we have until the thing I did stops working.”

“Oh,” Jenny says. “And?”

David frowns. “Three or four hours.”

“That’s what you said an hour ago,” Jenny says.

“I know. But it looks like the people who cursed him didn’t expect him to have any protection. They haven’t tried to break through yet. They will. When they do, that’s when the timer starts.”

“In that case,” CB says, “we need to get this show on the road.” He turns to Jenny. “Red Shift brought something for you. He’s in the armory.”

Jenny blinks. “There’s an armory in this dump?”

“It’s a Crossfire safehouse,” CB says. “There’s always an armory.”

* * *

The armory is cramped but well-organized, filled with lockers and weapons cases stuffed full of deadly things. Red Shift hunches over a workbench at the far end of the room, fiddling with a small, rugged-looking black box attached to a tactical harness.

He doesn’t turn or look up when Jenny arrives, so she waits as patiently as she can, hoping he looks up soon. When he doesn’t, she clears her throat.

“CB said you wanted to see me.”

“Sorry,” Red Shift says, still not looking up. “I did, I’m just a little distracted… your bag is the farthest on the right, in front of the lockers.”

Jenny glances over the lockers—all closed—and looks down. Three backpacks sit on the floor, arranged in a row.

“My bag?” Jenny grabs the rightmost bag. It’s bulky, but feels light.

“Gift from Doctor Thorpe,” Red Shift says.

Jenny opens the top of the bag and peers inside. “Body armor?”

“The armor Street Ronin made for you out of Curveball’s old gear was pretty basic. Doctor Thorpe has a complete fabrication facility on the Nautilus—along with every other type of scientific facility known to man, probably—so he worked up a replacement he felt would better integrate your new physical skills with your technical skills. I don’t usually recommend using new gear before it’s properly field tested, but Doctor Thorpe has a pretty good track record for this kind of stuff. He says you should watch the helmet demo before going out.”

Jenny fishes through the backpack. “I don’t see a helmet.”

Red Shift straightens from the table, turns and stares at Jenny’s bag. He snaps his fingers. “It’s the hoop.”

Jenny searches through the bag again and pulls out a heavy metal ring. It looks like a solid piece of metal, shaped into an oval. “This looks more like a headband.”

“It gets better,” Red Shift promises. “Lay it all out on the floor and I’ll show you how to put it together.”

“OK,” Jenny says, and starts pulling out the contents of the bag, one by one.

There are a few rigid pieces—a small chestplate, two arm guards, and two shin plates—but most of the space is taken up by a bodysuit that looks like a coarse, thick blend of black and blue-gray wool. There is some semi-rigid tech embedded in the material, but it doesn’t look like body armor at all.

“I think I’d rather wear what I have now,” Jenny admits.

“It doesn’t look impressive in this form,” Red Shift agrees. “This is just for transport. Most of the really clever tech is in the chestpiece, but the rest of it—well, you’ll see. OK, the chestpiece attaches to these sockets here…” he points out a series of disks that look like oversized snaps running down the length of the torso. “They snap in like magnets. Same for the arm and shin plates.”

The plates line up and snap in just as Red Shift says, though Jenny isn’t convinced they’ll stay on during a fight. The last step is to attach the heavy metal circle to the neck. Once all the pieces are in place, a panel on the chestplate lights up, and a small square on the upper-right corner turns green.

“Put your thumb there,” Red Shift says.

Jenny places her thumb over the green panel, which turns red, then yellow, then green again.

“It’s keyed to you,” Red Shift says. “Your DNA as well as your fingerprint. Next is to key it to your voice. Keep your thumb on the plate and say the word ‘activate.’”

Jenny looks at the chestplate uncertainly, then shrugs. “Activate.”

The entire chestplate lights up. Jenny jerks her hand back as the bodysuit inflates like a balloon, then gasps as it transforms before her eyes. What appeared to be coarse wool flattens and smooths into something more rigid. In a few seconds, the transformation is complete, and Jenny is staring down at what can only be described as a suit of armor.

The material is mostly blue-gray, with black running along the seams between the joints and outlining the chestpiece and arm and leg plates. The material isn’t exactly solid: it looks like lots of tiny links, all woven together into a semi-flexible mesh.

“The mesh is kind of like chainmail,” Red Shift explains, “only significantly stronger. It would be a little too cumbersome for most people—I’d find it very restrictive, myself—but with your enhanced strength you should hardly notice.”

“It’s not as intimidating as the all-black armor,” Jenny says, running a finger along one of the arms, “but it looks stronger.”

“A lot stronger,” Red Shift says. “Small arms fire won’t be a problem in that. It can technically resist light artillery, though the concussive force would probably still kill you.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Jenny says dryly. Her gaze falls on the neck piece, where the thick metallic loop of the “helmet” fits seamlessly into the torso. “There’s still no helmet.”

“Put it up on its feet,” Red Shift says. “It’ll stand on its own when it’s like this.”

Jenny does so. She can tell its heavier than it was—she’s not entirely sure how that works, and decides the explanation would probably put her to sleep. As Red Shift predicted, it stands on its own.

“Now tell it to deploy the helmet.”

“OK,” Jenny says. “Deploy helmet.”

Multiple paper-thin plates extend from the heavy metal loop set into the neck, assembling themselves into the form of a fully-enclosed helmet and visor. Despite having seen the helmet assembled with her own eyes, she can’t detect any seams on its surface.

“Doctor Thorpe says he got the idea from watching a movie,” Red Shift says.

“How do I get into it?” Jenny asks. “Do I have to deflate it first?”

Red Shift shakes his head. “It opens in the back.”

Jenny starts tugging at her body armor. “Go back to working on your thing,” she says. “I have a demo to watch.”

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cuatroojos 22 May 2021 at 3:12 PM

At last! Muchas gracias. Read the whole thing, mind is thoroughly blown.

You may wish to fix the typo at paragraph 6, first line. The “f” is missing from Red Shift’s name.

cuatroojos 22 May 2021 at 3:15 PM

Oops: that’s part two, paragraph 6, line 1.

cuatroojos 22 May 2021 at 3:26 PM

Typo immune to spell check, part 6, paragraph 91, sentence 3. Did you mean, “The small one jumps to his feet” rather than “his feat”?

C. B. Wright 22 May 2021 at 3:33 PM

Oh ouch, that missing f is *terrible*. 🙂

Fixed that, and feat/feet. Thanks for finding them.

cuatroojos 22 May 2021 at 8:01 PM

Re-reading part two, section where the scene shifts to Jenny: second paragraph refers to Liberty as Toby’s grandfather, third paragraph refers to Liberty as “his great-grandfather.” In context, the intent of the second reference could have been “his grandfather” again or “her (Jenny’s) great-grandfather”.

C. B. Wright 22 May 2021 at 8:12 PM

Another good catch. Liberty is Toby’s grandfather and Jenny’s great-grandfather. I’ve cleaned that up.

minrich 23 May 2021 at 7:49 PM

Great to have you back in the harness – so to speak.
Minor typo: Part Two, Para 5: a ‘d’ is missing in: one arm hangs limply by his sie as the empty sleeve…

C. B. Wright 24 May 2021 at 1:24 AM

Thanks minrich, should be fixed now.

Bjarne D Mathiesen 24 May 2021 at 9:28 AM

eternal joy, thatit seems we are alone no longer.”
eternal joy, that it seems we are alone no longer.”

Bjarne D Mathiesen 24 May 2021 at 9:31 AM

“Well, look, your Liberty’s great-granddaughter”
“Well, look, you’re Liberty’s great-granddaughter”

C. B. Wright 24 May 2021 at 9:44 AM

Thanks Bjarne. Fixed.

That spacing issue (“thatit”) is weird because it doesn’t show up in the original manuscript.

Bjarne D Mathiesen 24 May 2021 at 9:56 AM

faint gold spark appears toRed Shift’s right.
faint gold spark appears to Red Shift’s right.

C. B. Wright 24 May 2021 at 1:31 PM

Annnnnnd… fixed. Thanks!

cuatroojos 24 May 2021 at 10:46 PM

Part two, second section (Jenny), second paragraph, last sentence, linguistic quibble: “At the moment he’s laying down” should be “At the moment he’s lying down”. It may be said that in the previous episode when David moved Toby after casting his protective spell, he laid Toby down, but now Toby is lying down. For edification and amusement, you may wish to go to, enter the word “lay” in the definition blank and hit enter, then scroll down to the “Lay vs. Lie” video and enjoy.

C. B. Wright 25 May 2021 at 11:07 AM

That’s fixed. I don’t know why I mixed those up. But viewing grammar videos on the web is _never_ enjoyable. 😉

cuatroojos 26 May 2021 at 3:15 AM

Part 9, paragraph beginning “He can see the Chairman”, last sentence: Richter is misspelled “Reichter”. Possibly Freudian slip?

cuatroojos 26 May 2021 at 5:03 AM

Part 10, first paragraph, second sentence, first word should not contain the apostrophe. (Autocorrect does that to me sometimes, substituting the contraction for the possessive pronoun. Bad autocorrect!)

cuatroojos 26 May 2021 at 5:28 AM

Part 22:
– second paragraph, first sentence speaks of “dimly lit florescent lights” but I think you meant “fluorescent” since the dictionary says “florescent” means “flourishing”.
– fourth paragraph from the end, beginning “There is a low hum”, another “it’s” that should be “its”.

C. B. Wright 26 May 2021 at 10:49 PM

OK, got these too!

minrich 29 May 2021 at 3:23 PM

I just finished reading an excellent and enthralling tale (obviously shaving your head did nothing to kerb your style – I was worried a la Samson and Delilah that you might lose your talent).
Anyhow, the following typos, misspelling(s), and possible misunderstandings, by me, of your choice of words/phrases to this left-pondian, who only lived in the US for 21 years, triggered my antenna – but the story demanded that I keep reading. This resulted in a quick copy and paste (without commentary) and then a quick insert of the Part Number (so that you have a vague clue where to look).

Part Seven: Haruspex Analytics, Jason Klein’s Suite

He wouldn’t be the first to abandon a good team in favor of a promising promotion. To become “a suit,” as Billy would to say.

Part Eight: New York City, Downtown

David grins in spite of himself. “Because it’s better ‘Doctor Weird, Warlock Supreme.’”

Part Fourteen: Haruspex Analytics

Shewatches, calm and remote, and waits.

She at Justin. Without hesitation, he bolts toward the still glowing tear.

Part Eighteen: Haruspex Analytics, Ground Floor Lobby

The torso comes together in a rough outline, and in a matter of seconds he can the pieces of rock fuse together as the golem begins to reform.

Blue light flares up again, but it’s different this time. It flickers erratically, like a fluorescent light just before it does.

Part Nineteen: Haruspex Analytics, Upper Floors

Street Ronin crouches on the landing tile, his rifle trained on the closed door

Part Twenty Two: Manhattan, Alpha Checkpoint MCV

“That’s right,” the Senator’s image says. “Remember when I said the first virus—the that didn’t kill

It’s bad, Captain. Bad in way that, historically, cuts across old boundaries. . . . .. We’re talking genetic plague, Captian.”

Part Twenty Seven: Metamorphosis

As the wind rises, so dow the sound, the thummm growing louder, and behind it a second sound.

Part Twenty Nine: Downtown Manhattan

Para 2: It can’t move beyond this spot because the buildings surrounding it are too fall.

Alishia flies closer to the golem, keying up a volley of anti-vehicle missles

Part Thirty One: Ingress

No games, Sky Commando. We have a way to take out thegolem.

Part Thirty Three: Haruspex Analytics Golem, The Labyrinth

he knocks a new hole in the side dof the building and jumps.

Part Thirty Four: Aftermath

David starts looking through the crowd. “Now we round everyone up and go back to the Nautillus.


C. B. Wright 1 June 2021 at 12:10 AM

Thanks minrich, these are all now fixed!

minrich 2 June 2021 at 9:55 PM

Back again. Just checked the amendment that you made re. Part Nineteen (which is the deja vu all over again and again) and “on the landing tile” appears at least 5 more times – thanks be to Ctrl-F.

C. B. Wright 2 June 2021 at 10:29 PM

Can you be more specific? There are multiple times I use that phrase, but the ones I see are deliberate.

minrich 3 June 2021 at 6:22 AM

Sorry, my misunderstanding, my septuagenarian vocabulary didn’t extend to ‘landing tile’ as a thing, but showed me the error of my ways – since multiple peoples being advertizing them are.

Alexander Hollins 4 June 2021 at 4:22 PM

part ten

not fighting against the other awareness, but fusing to cede what remains of his own identity.

refusing to cede?

Alexander Hollins 4 June 2021 at 4:52 PM

part seventeen

She twists his arm, and the he cries out in pain as the carbine clatters to the floor.

then he tries?

Alexander Hollins 4 June 2021 at 5:34 PM

part 24 “Where are these thingscoming from?” Jenny keeps

not sure if missing a space?

C. B. Wright 7 June 2021 at 8:27 AM

All fixed now!

Gauvain 10 June 2021 at 10:23 AM

And now to see where Regiment was during all this kerfuffle…
Thanks for coming back!

cuatroojos 11 June 2021 at 12:26 AM

Part 22, paragraph 43: “Sky Commander” should probably be “Sky Commando” unless the point is that Captain Banks (understandably) is so badly shaken he isn’t even using Sgt. Webb’s proper title. He gets it right two paragraphs later.

Part 22, paragraphs 39 and 41: not sure about this. 39 refers to “the worst of the group” as a tossup between Crossfire and Overmind. In 41, Sky Commando tells Captain Banks that Haruspex is “much worse than either of those groups could hope to be”, where “either of those groups” seems to be a reference back to Crossfire and Overmind. Am I misreading this, or is she calling Overmind a group?

cuatroojos 11 June 2021 at 12:47 AM

One of those typos that spellcheck will never catch: Part 26, paragraph 1, last sentence: “standing father back”: s/father/farther.

cuatroojos 11 June 2021 at 12:56 AM

Part 27, paragraph 15, sentence 4: the word “shifts” is missing an “f”.

C. B. Wright 11 June 2021 at 1:10 AM

Thanks for catching those. They should be fixed now!

cuatroojos 11 June 2021 at 1:20 AM

Part 29:
Paragraph 33:
– sentence 5: need a space here: durabilityconverging. “durability” is in italics in the actual text.
– next to last sentence: “it’s attention” should be “its attention”.
Paragraph 44, next to last sentence: “one a little to low” “to” needs another “o”.
Paragraph 48, last sentence: “She adjusts her position, putting as much of the base of her cable between herself and the ones closing in.” “as much” seems to want another “as” but I’m not sure exactly what you want here.

cuatroojos 11 June 2021 at 1:30 AM

Part 30:
Paragraph 11, first sentence, after the second dash: “is throws it”: s/is/it
Paragraph 31: last sentence: “keeping out of site” out of “sight”?

Christopher Kribs 12 June 2021 at 7:03 PM

Beautiful, beautiful work. Thank you so much for sharing.

Partway through Part Seventeen there appears to be some paragraph-level cleanup needed at the point where the Chairman nearly comes in to check on Artemis, but then changes his mind. Two versions of the same passage? –>

“Our guest…” Suddenly the Chairman sounds weary. He sighs. “The resources we will need to expend to keep him in check will be… prohibitive. I fear we will be forced to leave him behind.” Phyllis is surprised by the amount of regret in the Chairman’s voice. Who is he talking about?

“I should, at least, say farewell…”

Footsteps close in on the door, and when the door handle begins to turn her heart nearly stops. But it stops, then returns to its original position as the hand on the other side lets go.

“No,” the Chairman says. “We don’t have the time. It galls me to leave him behind

Ah. Yes.” The Chairman hmmms thoughtfully. “I fear we won’t be able to take him with us. The resources we’d need to expend to keep him in check are best used on other things. Come, the door is here.”

The group comes to a stop, and for a terror-filled moment Phyllis is convinced they’ve stopped in front of her door. Seconds pass, then something clicks on the other side of the hall, and the footsteps move off carpet, onto stone. The door clicks a second time as it swings shut. The hallway is silent once again.

C. B. Wright 12 June 2021 at 10:09 PM

@cuatroojos: thanks for the extra updates. They’re all fixed. Sidenote: the issue with the two words being crammed together without a space between them is an oddity because it never shows up in my original text — it’s a result of dumping the text into WordPress. So far I haven’t figured out what it is that’s making WordPress remove the spaces. I assume it isn’t random, though it looks that way to me.

@Christopher Krebs: aaaaaAAAAAAaaaaaAAAaaaaaaaaAAAAaaaaaa fixed now. 😀

Christopher Kribs 13 June 2021 at 11:59 AM

You’ve done a terrific job keeping so many different narrative strands going without getting all tangled. Bravo.

Part Twenty-Eight, paragraph 4, another sentence-level blip: “He grimaces, thrusting his right hand left arm and his side.”

C. B. Wright 13 June 2021 at 9:49 PM

That’s fixed now as well.

cuatroojos 13 June 2021 at 11:28 PM

Part 17, third-to-last paragraph, last sentence: “careless” needs to be in its adverbial form, “carelessly”.

C. B. Wright 13 June 2021 at 11:55 PM


cuatroojos 14 June 2021 at 12:25 AM

Part 6:
– Paragraph 73 begins “Int he”; “In the”?
– Paragraph 93, beginning “David doesn’t reply”: in the second sentence, “exends” looks like it wants to be “extends”.
– Paragraph 11, first sentence, “more than match”, maybe “more than a match”?

C. B. Wright 14 June 2021 at 12:50 AM

OK, those are fixed now too.

cuatroojos 14 June 2021 at 8:59 AM

Part 22, paragraph 41, last word: s/Captian/Captain

C. B. Wright 14 June 2021 at 9:27 AM

It was literally SURROUNDED by other instances of the word spelled correctly. Sigh. 🙂

Fixed now.

cuatroojos 18 June 2021 at 12:27 AM

> It was literally SURROUNDED by other instances of the word spelled correctly. Sigh.
If your fingers are anything like mine, they don’t *care* how many times you have spelled a given word correctly. And I echo your Sigh.

Mycroft W 18 June 2021 at 12:00 PM

C.B., Thanks so much for this! Amazing!

It’s been so long since 35 (and 35 made no sense to me at the time!), that I just bit the bullet and reread from the beginning, and then crashed straight through 36. Wow. Really well done – I can see where the breaks would be for 36a, b, and c if you could break from “year 3”, but boy does it work as a whole.

I actually thought it would be the complete wrapup, since it took that long to “pull in all the loose ends and stories”. But no – it’s just the cliffhanger to Year 4, “on the clock” as it were. Can’t complain about that!

Since I did do a compleat runthrough (spelling intended), I then did it again, trying to pay attention to blips and continuity issues. I have a bunch of notes (some on 36 might already be noted here), plus a Liberty Family Tree – what’s the best way to get them to you, should you want them? I could post it here or the forums, but it is the size of one of your smaller chapters; plus some of the questions are “I could very easily be wrong here, having not understood context”, so, not sure you want those ideas that public.

Note: the email registered with my account is live and commonly read, if you don’t want to put anything out in the open yourself!

Also note: there were threads running through the story that I only saw on the “editing runthrough” – and I’ve read (what was, at the time) the whole story, I think 5 times now. Love the world and character-building that has clearly always been there, but I haven’t noticed happening in serial form.

C. B. Wright 18 June 2021 at 12:24 PM

I would love to see those notes! You can send them to


– at –


– dot –


Mycroft W 19 June 2021 at 10:45 PM

sent (in case I sent it to the wrong address). Wow, again!

stillwaters 30 July 2021 at 2:18 PM

Wow what a trip!

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