Happy St. Patricks Day. I won’t crow about Wales beating Ireland in the Six Nations Rugby yesterday to win the Grand Slam. Well done Wales! It was a great game and Ireland did play well. I know I always say how proud I am of my welsh heritage, but I am also one quarter Irish – I’m a regular British mongrel. Pity I don’t like Guinness. But I will raise a nice glass of white wine to the Irish. Sláinte
This week’s update sees the start of M/V Lady Jean Peterson by BobbyG. The eagle-eyed of you will notice that we have already published this series. However, this is a new re-edited version. The original version has now been removed, so please take a second look, or if you missed it the first time around, a first look.
With the death of his father, Maxthane is now king, and he sets out to show his authority by taking charge and looking after those wounded from the fierce battle. Styx declares his love for Kirra and explains how he loves both him and Maxthane and hopes how they can make it work. The story concludes.
Fasha’s subterfuge is discovered and King Salidar lies fatally wounded. Prism, with the poison of the Vhor in his bloodstream, inches closer to death. The nanites he released could only delay the inevitable. The released demon wreaked havoc, with destruction following in its wake. In the penultimate chapter, we ponder, ‘what good was survival if there wasn’t a world worth living in?’
As the battle enraged around them, Guards belonging to Salidar, dressed in a black leather uniform, engaged Grim and the gladiators as the people ran the other way. Neither side looked like they were winning until three, large, grey forms stepped out of the alleyways. Elroks had come to join the battle as well.