#diver!connie

[fallenpetalau]

A young Mermonster and a human, seems friendships can happen in any place. They grow so fast! He was just a guppy last year...

#mermay #steven universe #su #su mermay #mermaid #merman #mer!steven #su connie #connie maheswaran #diver!connie #leviathan #leviathan!steven #reblog #mermaid art #mermay 2022 #human connie #merpeople #still love this

[thelibraryiscool]

Mid-Year Book Freak Out 2022

I was tagged by the wonderful @dauen, thanks!

1. Best book you’ve read so far this year I'll do a few. Coreggidora by Gayl Jones was beautifully written and very tough, Way Station by Clifford Simak was delightful and hopeful in that particular midcentury SF way, and Daria Serenko's Girls and Institutions [Девочки и институции] made me cry on the bus.

2. Best sequel you’ve read so far this year Like Amy, I haven't read too many sequels, but I loved the last installments to Connie Willis's Oxford Time Travel Series: Blackout and All Clear. I read over 1000 pages in under a week.

3. New release you haven’t read yet Rebecca Makkai's I Have Some Questions for You. I'm in a long line for it on Libby...

4. Most anticipated release for the second half of the year I don't really keep track of new releases? But if you know of a book you're excited for, let me know!

5. Biggest disappointment The Court Dancer by Kyung-Sook Shin. I'd heard great things about the author and the translator and I'd expected it to be right up my alley, but it just fell really flat for me.

6. Biggest surprise Probably Into the Planet by Jill Heinerth. A memoir about cave-diving isn't the sort of thing I usually read, but perhaps that's why I enjoyed it so much -- her life is so different from mine, and it was endlessly fascinating to discover underwater caves with her and her crazy fellow divers.

7. Favourite new author (debut or new to you) New-to-me, to name a few: Penelope Fitzgerald, Gu Byeong-Mo, Elisa Shua Dusapin. I'd like to read more from each of them.

8. Newest fictional crush/newest favourite character For a fictional crush, almost certainly the elderly actor Sir Godfrey in Blackout/All-Clear. For a favorite character.. I really found the whole family in The Five by Vladimir Jabotinsky very interesting. And I enjoyed the titular demon and angel in When the Angels Left the Old Country by Sacha Lamb.

9. Book that made you cry I already mentioned Girls and Institutions. I think Shadow Lines by Amitav Ghosh might have as well.

10. Book that made you happy Christopher Isherwood's The Memorial. Not because it's a happy book, really, but because he can always be relied upon to be good. It's like visiting an old friend, reading a novel of his I haven't read.

11. Favourite Adaptation Well I've just discovered that my beloved Silo Saga by Hugh Howey has finally gotten an adaptation, and I've only seen 2 episodes so far but (though I have some qualms) I'm overall liking it quite a bit! Y'all should read first though.

12. Prettiest Cover This one's pretty good:

13. A book you need to read before the end of the year: There's a lot. I guess top priority (not counting what I'm already reading) would be Cartes postales by Chantal Spitz, At the Edge of the Woods by Masatsugu Ono, All Our Yesterdays by Natalia Ginzburg, Greek Lessons by Han Kang, and How the Soldier Repairs the Gramophone by Saša Stanišić.

I'm going to tag @queenofattolia, @colorwheels14, @nonbinaryjomarch, @oldshrewsburyian, @sleepanon, @teacademic, and anyone else who feels like it!

*For a lot of these questions I could have also said Дiм для Дома [A House for Dom] by Victoria Amelina, but I accidentally took a break from it so I haven't finished it yet -- though so far it may end up being my favorite book this year. It's warm, and poignant, and feels very true. Victoria Amelina was killed earlier this summer.

#tag thing #books

[michaelgruberfan]

A first person story from Michael for the Broadway Buzz! about his experience with A Chorus Line! (X) Published Feb 19, 2008

Michael Gruber: My Twice-in-a-Lifetime Experience in A Chorus Line

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About the author: Through a combination of talent and timing, Michael Gruber is making theatrical history as the only actor who appeared in both the original Broadway company of A Chorus Line including the legendary final performance, no less! and in the current Broadway revival of the show. In a career spanning almost 20 years, Gruber has amassed a resume that includes yet another record-breaking Broadway show Cats, in which he played Munkustrap, plus Kiss Me, Kate, Swing, Miss Saigon, My Favorite Year, The Wizard of Oz and the Encores! production of Stairway to Paradise. His regional credits include starring roles in Singin' in the Rain, Easter Parade, White Christmas, Godspell and many more. A former all-American diver who trained for the Olympics, Gruber has also composed three musicals himself. He recently shared memories of his unique experience of appearing in A Chorus Line then…and now.

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A Chorus Line was my first Broadway show. I was only 24 years old when I got the role of Mike Costa, the cheerful young dancer who sings "I Can Do That," and I was so stagestruck about being in the show. It's the typical story: I had seen A Chorus Line in Cincinnati when I was a junior in high school and said, 'This is what I want to do.'"

What I remember most vividly about the final Broadway performance on April 28, 1990, is that it was out of control! It was a Saturday, so the matinee that day was really the last time we as a company felt we were doing the show itself. The final performance that night was more about the audience, which included a lot of original cast members and others who loved the show and had come back to say good-bye. I remember the wonderful neon sign that flew in to center stage with the number of performances—6,137—lit up.

For me, the most startling thing was having to stand there after my number for what seemed like a full minute. They just wouldn't stop applauding. I've never experienced anything like that, even when I was in Cats on the night it passed A Chorus Line as the longest-running Broadway show. I realize now that the applause was not really about me; it was about the show itself. It was the end of an era.

I met the original Mike, Wayne Cilento, at the closing night party, which was held at the old Mamma Leone's. He was charming, but the original cast didn't socialize with us much; they were all on one side of the room and we were on the other. It hurt our feelings at the time, but now that I'm over 40, working with kids in their 20s, I understand. They were all friends, and they had their own nostalgic bond.

Since then, I've auditioned for several companies of A Chorus Line, but I'd never done the show again until I was offered the opportunity to replace Michael Paternostro as Gregory Gardner in the Broadway revival. It's been such a fantastic gift to work with Baayork Lee, the original Connie, who was at the epicenter of the creation of the show and has restaged it all over the world. Director Michael Bennett had passed away by the time I joined the cast, but Baayork remembers everything: Anything you want to ask, even after all these years, she can tell you.

I was fascinated to hear about the original Greg, Michel Stuart, who reinvented himself as a cultured, artistic personality. Playing a Jew from the Bronx is far from me, a Midwestern Catholic, but I can understand someone who creates a character from his own life and aspires to taste and sophistication. The fact that Greg is gay should be somewhat of a surprise to the audience; the character has a superiority and a confidence because he's been around. Baayork and Michel were very good friends, so my character's relationship with Connie is strong, and also with Cassie because they're the older dancers. That's why Cassie stands between Sheila and Greg onstage. The audience may not get all that, but knowing the background of the show anchors and orients me.

As I look at the show now, I'm struck by how contemporary it feels. It was ahead of its time back then; that's what made it revolutionary. Michael Bennett embraced the idea of presenting the real-life stories of ordinary people, knowing that audiences would be interested. It's a testament to Nicholas Dante and Ed Kleban, who wrote the book, that A Chorus Line doesn't feel dated. It's timeless because it's so truthful and not based in pop culture. The show is as perfect as it can be, which means that as an actor, I don't need to reinvent the wheel. When you muck about with it, it loses its crispness. My task is to take my ego out of it and serve the show so that its truthfulness comes through. Keep it simple. Keep it real.

I went into the revival last summer with nine other actors, and during rehearsals, we skipped the numbers that didn't involve the replacement cast. So it wasn't until our first performance that I had the great thrill of watching Jeffrey Schecter's brilliant performance of "I Can Do That." Feelings of nostalgia washed over me as the realization of how lucky I was to be standing on that white line again after all these years came vividly into focus. Later, Jeffrey and I shared another "full circle" moment: He remembered seeing a tape of "I Can Do That" on Nightline during a story about the original production just before it closed. "You were in that last company," he said to me. "Did you do a standing back somersault at the end of the number?" When I said yes, he replied, "I saw you on TV when I was 14. And I said to myself, 'I want to do that.'"

#michael gruber #A chorus Line #Broadway Buzz #2008 #2000s #Articles

[ripeteeth]

HI! This is my first ask I've ever done on this app so please, do let me know if I've made any mistakes or if I've violated any of the etiquette rules.

That aside, I discovered your writing account/s in the comment section of a post asking for beautifully written fanfiction on Reddit and was instantly enchanted by the lushness of your writing and the imagery found in so many of your works, not to mention the unique concepts and plotlines they contained. And you wrote for a lot of my favourite ships too.

The number of screenshots I have of various passages I found particularly moving or breathtaking in its detailed description of love, or the world surrounding these characters is ... it's a lot yea. It seems I've gone on a bit of an unrelated ramble to what I would like to ask, so apologies. Ehem

I was wondering, what are some of your favourite authors? Or favourite writers that you tend to go to for a re-read or just a damn good fanfic? It's just that you write so beautifully and breathe such life into these characters that I'm curious as to the fics/books you've taken inspiration from or enjoy!

Hi! Omg, thank you for such a lovely ask. I've been really feeling rough about my writing lately and this was such a bright spot in my day <3. I'm so happy that you've been enjoying my stuff!

And I will ALWAYS talk about books and writers I love, and I'm gonna list far too many here because I have so many favorites and also do not know how to shut up. These are all books I've absolutely loved and have had some influence or impact on the way I write, or I hope that they do.

Fiction Frankenstein (1818 edition) - Mary Shelley Written On The Body - Jeanette Winterson On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous - Ocean Vuong Cassandra - Christa Wolf Wolf Hall - Hilary Mantel Autobiography of Red - Anne Carson Grendel - John Gardner Drive Your Plow Over The Bones of the Dead - Olga Tokarczuk Wise Blood - Flannery O'Connor Simple Passion - Annie Ernaux An American Childhood - Annie Dillard Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy Lote - Shola von Reinhold Crash - JG Ballard Hunger - Knut Hamsun Perfume: The Story of a Murderer - Patrick Süskind Bastard Out of Carolina - Dorothy Allison The Name of the Rose - Umberto Eco If on a winter's night a traveler - Italo Calvino To Say Nothing of the Dog - Connie Willis Outside the Gates - Molly Gloss Shadow & Claw - Gene Wolfe The Pearl Diver - Jeff Talarigo The Makioka Sisters - Junichiro Tanizaki A Map to the Door of No Return - Dionne Brand Piranesi - Susanna Clarke Near to the Wild Heart - Clarice Lispector Tigana - Guy Gavriel Kay Housekeeping - Marilynne Robinson Snow Country - Yasunari Kawabata Wide Sargasso Sea - Jean Rhys The Master & Margarita - Mikhail Bulgakov We Have Always Lived In The Castle - Shirley Jackson How To Be Both - Ali Smith Non-Fiction Erotism - Georges Bataille A Lover's Discourse - Roland Barthes Blood, Bones, and Butter - Gabrielle Hamilton Just Kids - Patti Smith Consent - Vanessa Springora Stigmata - Hélène Cixous Secondhand Time: The Last of the Soviets - Svetlana Alexievich

Poetry All The Flowers Kneeling - Paul Tran Night Sky With Exit Wound - Ocean Vuong The Descent of Alette - Alice Notley Our Andromeda - Brenda Shaughnessy Desire - Frank Bidart

[regioonlineofficial]

Afgelopen donderdag op 24 augustus werd het één jarige jubileum gevierd. Dit werd groots aangepakt met taart en veel gezelligheid in de Eendenkooi. De Huiskamer van Zoeterwoude is een initiatief vanuit de gemeente om mensen die (nog) niet in aanmerking komen voor dagbesteding een plek te bieden. Veel activiteiten en gezelligheid in de huiskamer De Huiskamer van Zoeterwoude is een warm bad waar Connie van Seggelen (welzijnscoach) samen met vier vrijwilligers en vijf chauffeurs zich met liefde inzetten voor de bezoekers. Ze worden elke donderdag warm ontvangen in de Eendenkooi. Van 10.00 - 15.00 uur worden er allerlei activiteiten georganiseerd. Denk hierbij aan stoelgym, zingen, knutselen, quizzen, samen naar de ijsboerderij en een frisse neus halen.   Groot succes en veel blije gezichten bij de bezoekers Op dit moment zijn er zo’n 13 bezoekers. Het is een divers gezelschap van mensen die behoefte hebben aan een ‘’gezellige dag’’. Het maakt niet uit of het geheugen het af en toe laat afweten of dat ze zich thuis weleens eenzaam voelen. In De Huiskamer is hier ruimte voor en wordt iedereen gezien voor wie hij of zij is. Aan het einde van de dag gaat iedereen met een brede glimlach weer naar huis. Connie:” Het zijn allemaal paradijsvogels met een eigen verhaal. Het is ontzettend mooi dat we hen elke donderdag een tweede thuis kunnen bieden. We merkten dat er veel vraag was naar een plek waar mensen die eigenlijk nog ‘te goed zijn’ voor dagbesteding terecht konden. Naast dat de bezoekers een gezellige dag hebben ontlasten we de mantelzorgers.” Nieuwe bezoekers gezocht Er is ruimte voor nog meer paradijsvogels. Kent u iemand in uw omgeving of zorgt u voor iemand die graag een keertje een dagje komt meekijken? Stuur dan een mail naar Connie van Seggelen, [email protected] of bel haar: 06 30 20 08 50

[kalyria1674-blog]

Une pluralité de cultures dans les murs ?

Voilà, j'ai eu une discussion avec une autre fan, récemment, qui traîne assez sur les forums anglais. De fil en aiguille, nous en sommes venues à parler de la vie à l'intérieur des murs et elle a finit par émettre l'idée que les habitants pouvaient avoir emporté plusieurs éléments de cultures étrangères lors de leur exode. Ces mêmes éléments seraient désormais intégrés dans divers recoin des murs avec, peut-être, une culture par district, elle-même sectionner par murs. Avec quelques autres villages éparpillés de-ci, de là...

Personnellement, c'est une idée plausible à mes yeux mais j'avais l'impression qu'il manquait quelque chose. Je l'ai donc remaniée avant d'en présenter une version un peu différente bien que la base demeure semblable.

Ainsi, je me suis demander si, plutôt que des vestiges d'anciennes communautés, ça ne pourrait pas plutôt être des mode de vie à part entière.

Nous avons vu que tout le monde dans les murs ne vivait pas de la même façon même au sein d'un même mur, comme les habitants de Trost d'un côté (en ville), le village de Connie (fermiers) d'un autre et celui de Sacha (chasseurs devenus éleveurs). De plus, je ne pense pas qu'une culture majoritaire serait avantageuse pour les dirigeants des murs. Dans l'idée, une seule et même culture aurait une valeur unificatrice. Hors, que ce soit les nobles qui souhaitent conserver leur pouvoir ou la famille royale qui cherche à affaiblir le peuple des murs pour les condamner, il serait plus avantageux pour eux d'instaurer diverses cultures pour, à terme, instaurer/exacerber les tensions et garder le peuple divisé.

L'autre raison que je pourrais voir à cela serait que la raison même de l'érection des murs par ce salop de Karl Reiss (je ne me remets toujours pas de la prise de conscience de sa trahison et titanisation forcée de certains de ses sujets avant de les enterrer vivants. On peut dire ce qu'on veut des autres purs mais, au moins, ils sont libres de se déplacer à leur guise en dépit de leur situation désastreuse) est son dégoût pour l'empire eldien construit par sa lignée. Pour cette raison, amener des eldiens venant de diverses cultures aurait pu être perçu, à l'époque, comme un geste de bonté et favoriser la confiance en un plan semblant étrange (L'Originel refusant de se battre alors que son royaume s'auto-détruisait ?! Ben voyons, pas du tout suspect, en effet...) tout en favorisant, même à l'intérieur des murs, l'effacement de la culture eldienne de l'empire centralisé au fil du temps.

Division du peuple et effacement de la mémoire collective au-delà de l'amnésie contrainte par l'Originel... ça vous parait trop tiré par les cheveux ou pas ?

#Shingeki no Kyojin #Attack on Titan #Walls #Murs #145ème Roi Fritz #Karl Reiss

[ask-the-riders]

Some stuff that I feel like they might consider calling each other:

There's a lot here, so ima put it under a cut XP

Retribution @ Death: boss/sir (both sarcastically), idiot

Famine @ Death: chief, D

War @ Death: old man, D, dad (usually sarcastic or playful), sir (also usually sarcastic or playful)

Pestilence @ Death: coffee bean, death by starbucks, starbucks, hipster death, boomer

Abrael @ Death: grave digger, grim, poker face, hashtag, scrooge

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Retribution @ Famine: big oaf, honey badger, daddy long legs, mi hombre hermoso (my handsome man), mi amor (my love), mi alma (my soul), cowboy, papi (no I will not be offering any context for these)

Death @ Famine: peanut gallery, hannibal lector

War @ Famine: big guy, hercules, hightower, weirdo, oddball, beanpole

Pestilence @ Famine: big guy, chuckles, snickers, amigo, lurch, lankenstein

Abrael @ Famine: smiley, terminator, chef, kitchen, roadblock, tank

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Retribution @ Pestilence: rat bastard, damn rat, dumpster diver, garbage disposal, green heathen, parasite 1

Death @ Pestilence: garbage boy stink man, lord of the rats, rat lord, memelord

Famine @ Pestilence: doc, professor, brainiac, Einstein, genius, dr. strange, walking infection

War @ Pestilence: rat bastard, rat man, mister, idiot, dummy, perv/pervert, gremlin, nerd, morning glory, mister man, super soaker, loverboy, flash, gremlin 1 (again, I'm not gonna offer any context for some of these 👀)

Abrael @ Pestilence: bugger, minion, joker, bilge rat, his grossness

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Famine @ War: squirt, little lady, fun sized, vertically challenged, munchkin, half pint, little buddy

Death @ War: angry bird, mamba, dynamite, spider girl

Retribution @ War: glitchy idiot, idiot, loudmouth, temper tantrum

Pestilence @ War: babe, beautiful, sweetheart, sweetness, lady love, hot chocolate, dynamite gal, cutie, hot stuff, gorgeous (basically every pet name that couples use)

Abrael @ War: glitchy, screaming dwarf, tnt, scarface, snapper, matchstick, wench

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Death @ Retribution: rogue, bigshot, slayer, little prince, supreme dark overlord of negative commerce

Famine @ Retribution: firefly, shortcake, moonbeam, starshine, itsy bitsy, moonlight

War @ Retribution: boss, bookworm, sir

Pestilence @ Retribution: edgelord, emotionally constipated weenie, weenie hut jr, hot topic, apple boy, cradle robber

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Abrael @ Retribution: smalls, time bomb, tough guy, dracula, incredible sulk, thuglife, princock, royal hiney

Connie @ Retribution: brother

Literally everyone @ Connie: sunflower, sunshine, sunbeam

Retribution @ Connie: sister

Abrael @ Connie: angel, treasure, goldie, goody goody, looker, treasure trove, aphrodite, ducky, lass

Famine @ Connie: oracle, fortune teller

War @ Connie: mom (usually either sarcastic or playful)

Pestilence @ Connie: golden girl

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Death @ Abrael: diva, chatterbox, comedy central, shark bait, lookout, sailor

Retribution @ Abrael: fucking drunk, amateur, pirate, parasite 2

Famine @ Abrael: peewee, tequila, pipsqueak, little shit, captain morgan, jack daniels

War @ Abrael: shit for brains, loser, weirdo, idiot, gremlin 2

Pestilence @ Abrael: missy, tipsy, cap, houdini, suck up, captain morgan, jack daniels (he stole the ideas from Famine, and probably also refers to Abrael as different alcohol types/brands)

Connie @ Abrael: abby, captain/cap'n, dubloon, sparrow, sailor (She usually just calls everyone by name)

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BONUS

Death @ Othni: the demon

Retribution @ Othni: bitch, cat boy bitch, asshole, roach/cockroach, idiot, bastard

Famine @ Othni: the demon (can't be bothered to remember his name)

War @ Othni: shithead, bitch, idiot, stupid, creep, stalker, moron, bastard, jerk, jackass, freak

Pestilence @ Othni: the demon, hole in one, puss (in boots)

Abrael @ Othni: the demon, the horror show

Connie @ Othni: the demon, Othni

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Some of these might sound kinda mean/harsh, but sometimes it kinda depends on the context of the situation. For example, if War called Abrael "shit for brains" when they were being aggravating (in a bad way), that'd be mean. If she called them that when they're simply joking around and being a dork, and she kept her tone of voice light, then it'd be more playful instead

#info #rambles #death.exe #famine.exe #pestilence.exe #war.exe #retribution.exe #conquest.exe #mishap.exe #othni.exe #four horsemen of the apocalypse #riders of the apocalypse #undertale #undertale au

[bittybattybunny]

Did eclipse or anyone traid to get rid of snatcher?

Naw, to them he’s not really an issue!

he mostly keeps to himself before Hattie gets into his life, and most folks didn’t think he was actually real (Including Eclipse and Fam. They honestly thought there were just sharks in the area)

Plus like on a danger level; his kill count is lower than Hattie’s family’s individual kill counts

Snatcher has killed a total of 27 folks; 20 came from when he sank the sub (it had a crew of about 35 folks on it) the other 7 are misc divers or swimmers who accidentally came into his area.

Eclipse has killed around 34 folks; mostly in her wolf form. A lot of her kill count comes from people shooting at her in wolf form and she just. gave them whats coming. the others were those who came after her family or her job.

Dj Grooves has killed at least 132 folks; he’s a lot older than he appears and has had to deal with this type of thing for a long time

Connie’s kill count is unconfirmed; but he has a jail record of 19 counts of arson, 46 cases of aggravated assault, 12 cases for disturbing the peace, and 3 cases of noise complaints

So really snatcher is the least worrisome person in the town of Subcon. It’s the short scotsman they need to worry over.

#the little contractor ask #ahit snatcher #snatcher #ahit dj grooves #ahit conductor #Eclipse Guardian #ahit au #ahit #a hat in time #Fanart #sketch #digital #connie has killed they jsut dont know the exact numbers #if anything they are grateful for snatcher cuz he makes life more intersting

[fallenpetalau]

#mermay #steven universe #su #su mermay #mermaid #merman #mer!steven #su connie #connie maheswaran #diver!connie #leviathan #leviathan!steven

[cathygeha]

REVIEW

Bone Rattle by Marc Cameron

Arliss Cutter #3

 Another late night up past my bedtime as I swiped pages quickly to find out what Arliss Cutter would be dealing with in book three of this marvelous series. I still like him better than Jack Reacher, find him a man I want to get to know better, and can’t wait to find out more about him.

 What I liked:

* Arliss Cutter: Deputy US Marshall, uncle, brother-in-law, tracker, teacher, protector, dead-shot, ex-military, swimmer and scuba diver, lethal on land and water, quiet man, wise, sharer of Grumpy Wisdom, admirable – I really like him.

* Lola Teariki: Arliss’s work partner: mid-twenties, Maori, focused, eager, bright, physically fit, lethal, attractive, capable, good, someone I like and want to watch grow.

* Watching Arliss at work – I learned more about tracking, better ways of processing information, and positive ways he interacts with people.

* The way the story was told…and how I was lead toward the conclusion

* Meeting new characters that will play a part in the future stories while catching up with characters met before.

* Arliss’s brother’s family: Mim/sister-in-law, Connie/niece, and twins Matthew and Michael – they are characters that impact Arliss and will no doubt continue to do so in future books of the series.

* Being made too think, care, root for characters, and become invested in the story.

* The eventual outsmarting of bad guys

* Learning more about Alaska

* Being inspired to look up rattles. That said, I did look up bone rattles-shaman-Tlingit and what came up was this book…still did learn about more and will no doubt do some more sleuthing on the subject.

* Finding out how Raven came to be…while sleuthing

* Knowing that there will be a book four and that it will probably include the murderer/serial killer whose victims parts showed up in this book.

* all of it really except…

 What I didn’t like:

* What I was meant not to like…criminals and the crimes they committed.

* Having to wait for book four.

 Did I like this book? Definitely!

Will I read more in this series? As soon as I can!

 Thank you to NetGalley and Kensington Books for the ARC – This is my honest review.

 5 Stars

       BLURB

 In the icy heart of Alaska, a series of gruesome murders leads Deputy US Marshal Arliss Cutter into a firestorm of searing corruption, clashing cultures, and bone-chilling fear… In Juneau, a young Native archeologist is sent to protect the ancient burial sites uncovered by an Alaskan gold mining company. He never returns. In Anchorage, a female torso—minus head, hands, and feet—is washed ashore near a jogging trail by the airport. It is not the first. At Alaska’s Fugitive Task Force, Arliss Cutter and deputy Lola Teariki are pulled from their duties and sent to a federal court in Juneau. Instead of tracking dangerous fugitives, Cutter and Lola will be keeping track of sequestered jurors in a high-profile trial. The case involves a massive drug conspiracy with ties to a mining company, a lobbyist, and two state senators. When a prosecuting attorney is murdered—and a reporter viciously attacked—Cutter realizes they’re dealing with something much bigger, and darker, than a simple drug trial. The truth lies deep within the ancient sites and precious mines of this isolated land—and inside the cold hearts of those would kill to hide its secrets… What’s buried in Alaska stays in Alaska.

AUTHOR BIO

Author of the New York Times bestselling Jericho Quinn Thriller series, Marc Cameron’s short stories have appeared in The Saturday Evening Post and BOYS LIFE magazine. In late 2016, he was chosen to continue the Tom Clancy Jack Ryan/Campus Thriller series. TOM CLANCY CODE OF HONOR released in November 19, 2019.

Cameron is a retired Chief Deputy U.S. Marshal who spent nearly thirty years in law enforcement. His assignments have taken him from Alaska to Manhattan, Canada to Mexico and dozens of points in between. He holds a second-degree black belt in Jujitsu and is a certified scuba diver and man-tracking instructor.

Originally from Texas, Cameron is an avid sailor and adventure motorcyclist.  His books often feature boats and bikes including OSI Agent Jericho Quinn’s beloved BMW GS Adventure.

Cameron lives in the Alaska with his wife and BMW GS motorcycle. He enjoys hearing from readers.

#Marc Cameron #Arliss Cutter Series 3 #NetGalley #Kensington Books #Murder #mystery #crime #US Marshalls #Alaska #Fiction

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Utrecht – Voorafgaand aan de uitreiking van de Boekenbon Literatuurprijs 2023 wordt in twee steden een Scholierendebat georganiseerd. Op woensdag 8 november vindt in het Forum Groningen voor het eerst een Scholierendebat plaats. Dit wordt georganiseerd door Forum Groningen in samenwerking met Van der Velde Boekhandels. Hier gaan de auteurs van de genomineerde boeken dan in debat met middelbare scholieren over hun boek. Op donderdagmiddag 9 november 2023 vindt in de Bibliotheek Den Haag een scholierendebat met de genomineerde auteurs van de Boekenbon Literatuurprijs plaats. De Boekenbon Literatuurprijs wordt dit jaar op donderdagavond 9 november uitgereikt in de Grote of Sint-Jacobskerk in Den Haag. Forum Groningen Voor Forum Groningen is het Boekenbon literatuurprijs Scholierendebat 2023 een primeur. Een inhoudelijk debat van Groningse scholieren met de auteurs van de boeken die genomineerd zijn voor een van de belangrijkste Nederlandse literaire prijzen, past goed in het programma van Forum Groningen op het gebied van leesbevordering. De exacte invulling van het programma in Groningen wordt op een later tijdstip bekendgemaakt. Scholierendebat De Bibliotheek Den Haag organiseert al jaren met succes een scholierendebat met de genomineerde auteurs van de Boekenbon Literatuurprijs. Leerlingen van Haagse middelbare scholen lezen dan de genomineerde boeken. Tijdens een bijeenkomst in de Bibliotheek gaan zij in debat met elkaar en met de aanwezige auteurs. Uiteindelijk kiezen de leerlingen hun favoriete boek: de Haagse Scholierenfavoriet. Soms kiezen zij voor hetzelfde boek als de vakjury, maar soms kiezen de scholieren een eigen favoriet. Elk jaar is het Scholierendebat een belangrijke inspiratie voor de scholieren die met de auteurs in gesprek kunnen, maar ook voor de auteurs die vaak onder de indruk blijken van de vragen die zij krijgen van de scholieren. Ter inspiratie hierbij een link naar een korte aftermovie. Boekenbon Literatuurprijs De Boekenbon Literatuurprijs is de bekroning van het beste Nederlandstalige literaire boek van het jaar. Zowel fictie als non-fictie komt in aanmerking voor bekroning. Jaarlijks wordt de prijs toegekend door een jury van beroepslezers – recensenten, boekverkopers en docenten – uit Nederland en Vlaanderen. De auteur van het bekroonde boek ontvangt een bedrag van 50.000 euro. Dit bedrag moet de auteur in staat stellen ongestoord te werken aan een volgend boek. Een onafhankelijke jury, dit jaar onder leiding van oud-minister van Onderwijs Cultuur en Wetenschap Ingrid van Engelshoven, maakt haar keuze uit door uitgevers ingezonden titels. De Boekenbon Literatuurprijs wil de leescultuur bevorderen door lezers, boekhandels, bibliotheken en scholen in contact te brengen met de beste Nederlandstalige boeken van dit moment. Daarbij kiest de Boekenbon Literatuurprijs voor aansprekende boeken en memorabele leeservaringen die gedeeld kunnen worden door een breed en divers publiek. De Boekenbon Literatuurprijs is de opvolger van de AKO Literatuurprijs die in 1987 voor het eerst werd uitgereikt. Eerdere winnaars zijn o.a. Marcel Möring (1993), Connie Palmen (1995), Erwin Mortier (2009), Joke van Leeuwen (2013), Tommy Wieringa (2018), Oek de Jong (2020) en Wessel te Gussinklo (2019 en 2021). De Boekenbon Literatuurprijs 2022 werd toegekend aan Anjet Daanje voor haar boek 'Het lied van ooievaar en dromedaris' Nederlandse Boekenbon B.V. Sinds 2020 is de Nederlandse Boekenbon B.V. hoofdsponsor van de Jaarlijkse Literatuurprijs.De Nederlandse Boekenbon B.V. wil zich samen met de Nederlandse boekverkopers inzetten om zo veel mogelijk Nederlandse boekenlezers te betrekken bij deze belangrijke erkenning voor Nederlandse en Vlaamse auteurs. De Nederlandse Boekenbon B.V. is een non-profitorganisatie die diensten verleent aan boekverkopers met als doel het lezen te bevorderen en de boekverkoop te stimuleren. Dat doet zij al sinds 1934 met de Boekenbon, een waardebon die vooral gebruikt wordt als geschenk. Kijk op www.boekenbon.nl.

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Day 27: Work

Fandom: Man of Medan  Character(s): Fliss DuBois, Brad Smith, Alex Smith, Julia, Conrad, Olson, The Curator  Words: 1182 Rating: General Author’s Notes: And here I was thinking that I would have nothing else for Man of Medan. Welp. Guess that was wrong huh.

Did Fliss want to take the job in the first place? No. Definitely not. The last thing she wanted to do was a diving trip for a bunch of rich, entitled Americans. And instead of just picking one or two of the more popular diving spots available for tourists or diving enthusiasts in the French Polynesia, they gave their own diving coordinates. It wasn’t even in a location that had ever been dived either! Who even did that?

Rich, entitled Americans, that’s who.

So yeah, Fliss was not looking forward to this job in any sense of the word. But she needed it. She was late on her payments for the Duke, and it was her home and livelihood. And these people had rented the most expensive of diving equipment, and were promising to pay out of their ass to get the trip. So, against her better judgment, she took it. A job was a job after all.

She still made a note to sell her laptop and cancel her cell, just is case.

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Brad knew that he was right! He had to be. Months of research, of looking up where the plane had started, the distress call once it had been shot, hoping that it was headed back to base. The math on how long the plane would be able to continue flight if shot in the fuselage, the guesswork needed to determine where in the South Pacific that the plane may have finally went down. And finally—finally!—he had an answer, a rough location of where to dive. 

To find a wreck that no one else had. Undived and undiscovered. And if he was lucky, he would get to be the first to see it first hand. A relic of history. Brad knew that Alex had always been a little embarrassed of him growing up, the too nerdy and socially awkward little brother. But this, this was his chance to prove himself, to both Alex and his brothers girlfriend. He could do this!

He just had to hope that all of his work and research was up to par.

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The amount of money that Julia had put into making this trip go, was frankly a little terrifying. A few grand to get the re-breathers—state of the art in diving!— and few more grand to book the trip with Captain Dubois and, more importantly, her boat. Plus another couple of hundred to convince her to even agree to go to the coordinates that Alex’s brother had provided. And then a couple grand more to book plane tickets for four. Plus a hundred or so for a new bathing suit to wear and impress Alex. 

She had had to put work into this dammit! Hours of phone calls, of internet searches, of talking her parents into letting her take nearly thirty grand for what would be a a couple of days at most of diving in the South Pacific. All while Connie had laid around and done nothing at all to help. Typical. He was lucky she had even invited him on the trip! At least Alex’s brother had helped by finding the location of the dive in the first place!

He had better have been right about those coordinates. All of Julia’s hard work would be going to waste anyways. If nothing else, it had been a couple of weeks since she’d last seen Alex, so, at least she had that to look forward too.

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Alex was terrified. He had boughten the ring weeks ago and it was burning a hole in his pocket this entire time. But he was also excited. He was going on a diving trip to the French Polynesia with his girlfriend (and love of his life), her older brother, and Brad. He was about to explore an undiscovered and untouched wreck. He couldn’t think of a better time to propose.

The amount of money he'd had to save in order to afford the ring in the first place was better left unsaid, but it would be worth it! He was doing exceptionally well in school, acing all his course, and the envy of the rest of his class mates. Alex was going to be a doctor, and engaged to the most beautiful girl on campus. Hell, the East Coast!

At least, he would be. If only he could work up the courage to propose in the first place.

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To be fair, Conrad wasn’t the most ambitious of people. He was content for the most part to skate by in life, enjoying the fineries it offered him. It helped that he was extremely charismatic and always down for a laugh or two, so it endeared him to most people. Like the ladies. And if a beer or two was involved? Even better. So when Julia had invited him on her diving trip to meet her newest boyfriend, the up-and-coming doctor, he was on board right away!

A couple of days enjoying the sun and water of the exotic French Polynesia. A beer always in hand as he relaxed on a boat. Not having to do a single iota of work other than making sure there was enough alcohol on board in the first place. Sounded like the dream summer vacation to him! 

He couldn’t wait.

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Olson had a plan. It had been pretty simple at first. Just go out fishing with Junior and Danny, and then they had spotted the boat. It wasn’t one he recognized, or in a location was common to divers, so he had been a little curious. And then he had run his boat into the diving line. That had been fine, all a part of the plan really. Point out the now dented and possibly compromised siding and demand reparations.

And then that self-assured, white American had started throwing money at him. Literally throwing money, not even caring as it landed on the water and turned to mush. He was a pretentious asshole, but a RICH pretentious asshole. The best kind really. The kind that had enough money to unthinkingly waste on the ocean, so more then enough to waste on keeping himself alive.

So he had a new plan. One that meant Olson wasn’t going to have to fish for a very, very long time.

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Another day, another tale to add to the books. The Curator of Stories was very proud of vast collection. Oh! The stories he had compiled on his shelves in his repository. Of the lives snuffed with little thought. The decisions made in a hurry, in a panic, that would determine if they saved or condemned the fate of the character is question. The choices done with little thought for the consequences or repercussions that would befall them later on. Finding out if logic would push them through to the end, or if it be the emotional pulls that guided them to their deaths. Vice versa, perhaps?

They say that if you love your job, then you never work a day in your life. And oh, did the Curator love his job.

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Change in Perspective (WashCT)

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Rating: Teen

Word Count: 2025

Summary: It had been their willingness to question things that had brought them together. It was her willingness to act that had pushed them apart.

Notes: Finally emerging from long-fic hell to churn out something for rare pair week!

There had been a time, before the leaderboard, before the Triplets went missing, before the Project started to fan the blaze that obscured itself with billowing smoke into an inferno, that their healthy scepticism had been a part of what had brought them together.

She’d never been anything less than outspoken. From the day she set foot on the Mother of Invention, she questioned everything. It was part of her charm; it made her who she was and he had loved her for it, then. She had the words for things he would never say, no matter that he thought those things just as often as she did.

He humoured her questions and enabled her discussions, but he never said anything unprompted. He never gave himself anything less than plausible deniability.

He was scared. She wasn’t.

But they had worked, for a time. When the questions were nothing but hypotheticals or the kinds of offences that one could ignore, in pursuit of a nobler goal. The war was the driving force behind every action and reaction, every moral choice and decision about the future was made with the knowledge that humanity was on the brink of the abyss that seemed to grow darker with every passing day.

The urge to not just survive but to live had been what drove them into each other’s arms.

Surrounded on all sides by the black expanse of space, perched on the edge of the Mother of Invention’s observatory deck, her questions about the Triplets’ disappearance had turned into questions about the stars. He didn’t know the answers, not in the scientific sense, but perhaps they had never been the kinds of questions that needed them. She had asked about lightyears and the relativity of time. Did the glassed worlds, still burning somewhere tens of lightyears across space, still live on if you looked at them from far enough away?

Could you pretend, if only for a moment, that things hadn’t changed?

“No,” he’d said, “I don’t think so. The past… the past is done; viewing it from another angle can change your perspective, but it can’t change what happened. All you can change is the future.”

She had nodded and fallen silent, her knees to her chest and her chin on her arms. Her hair fell into her face and somehow, in that moment, he had realised what he wanted his future to be.

And still, somehow, it had still been a surprise when she kissed him first.

She had laughed at his bewildered face and kissed him again, and again, and again, and he had fallen into her like a diver in freefall, eyes closed and heart open. One of the few things left unsaid between them had reached the open air at last and they revelled in it, for a while.

They had months, like that; or, at least, it had seemed so at the time.

In hindsight, it was easy to see the ways in which her questions had changed tone, to see where her frustration with him had bloomed as he refused to follow her lead. Where she grew bolder, he grew reticent. For every flaw and hole and lie she unearthed, he found an excuse. For every question she asked, he had a rebuttal, a dismissal.

Until, finally, he crossed a line.

Connie became CT and they became…

What had they become?

She still slept in his bed at night, or him in hers. She still kissed him and she still touched him, in the ways she always had. She still teased him and smiled at him, but the smile rarely seemed to reach her eyes.

Oh, he had known, of course. He had always known.

Internals had chosen him to talk to for a reason; but he didn’t give them what they wanted from him. He lied through his teeth, with the convincing demeanour of a man who didn’t want to lose his second chance. They believed his lies because they believed that he would not lie, because they thought that they had him under their thumb.

Perhaps they had. Perhaps it had only been the hand she still held that had escaped the crushing pressure from above, that made him too afraid to let the seeds of the doubt in his mind bloom into the forest they could have been.

Or perhaps he had simply been selfish, protecting himself from the scrutinous gaze that would have turned his way should he have revealed what he knew.

He liked to think it was more the former than the latter, that he had done it for her and not for him. He liked to think that telling her, one night, about how he had been talked to by internals had served as a warning for her.

He liked to think that she had known that, despite it all, he was on her side—at least, so far as he didn’t want her to die.

So he turned a blind eye to everything he saw—the conversation with the man in the hallway; the disappearances on missions; the glow of her screen, casting her features into shadow, in the early hours of the morning—at the same time as he turned a blind eye to the flames that had begun to whip itself into an inferno around their feet.

Hypocritical, that was what he was.

Somehow, though, he was still surprised when she left without him.

At the time, he had wanted to scream that he would have followed, that he would have taken her at her word and followed the lead of the person who he had told himself would be in every version of his future. That had she simply told him what she’d found and laid it there in front of him, outright, he would have thrown aside his selfish desires and gone with her her, wherever she may have led him.

In reality, she could have asked him, “Come with me?” with her hand outstretched, hovering in the black expanse of space with nothing but their armour between them and the void, and he would have looked away.

It was better, that she hadn’t asked.

At least then he could pretend. At least then, she didn’t have to see him turn his back on her, in a way that neither of them could deny.

He’d known then that he’d never see her again.

 The truth came for him, in time. Epsilon came apart in his head, screaming with the kind of all-consuming agony and rage and fear that he had never known, spilling memories that burned like the fire from which they’d come and forcing him to confront all the things that CT had done everything she could to show him, that he had done everything he could to ignore.

Memories that left him longing for a time when learning the truth would have been as simple as listening to the person he loved, instead of dismissing them.

Hindsight makes a genius out of everyone—what a lousy excuse that was.

Wash became Recovery One and with it, he became bitter. He realised, then, as he struggled to hide the truths he knew from the people that had the power to end his life with a word, how alone CT had been in the end. How she had balanced on a knife edge for so long that she must have forgotten what it felt like to be at ease, to trust.

How much it would have meant to her, to have someone.

Alone, he played Command’s games. He cleaned up their messes. He watched the friends he had known drop like flies, always one step behind, always just a little too late to change anything. He tallied them, one by one; the people he’d failed, the people he could have saved. He tallied them and every time he did, he started with her.

He’d been ready to mark off another, when the Level 0 signal came in.

Imagine his surprise, when he’d found not the corpse of another friend, but the very much living, breathing shape of a lover, not a drop of blood in sight. Perched on the driver’s side of a Warthog, staring right at him with golden eyes set into the deep brown metal of her helmet, CT saw him and the beacon stopped. Just like that.

“You’re late,” she said, as if it was the simplest thing in the world. “Your response time over that distance is usually less.”

“…I took a wrong turn,” he replied, once his mouth remembered how to move. His radio was dead, but he’d never turned it off. “How are you—”

“Texas is a surprisingly agreeable woman, when you’re on the same side,” she said, as if it explained a thing. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know if we could trust you.”

“You couldn’t,” he said and heard her laugh, a sound that lit up something in his chest that hadn’t been alive in months. Defensiveness seeped into his voice despite himself and he asked, sharply, “What’s so funny?”

And she laughed again and said, “Nothing,” with a hint of a smile still in her voice. “I’m just… relieved. Any other answer and… I wouldn’t have trusted you now, either.”

“How do you know that’s not why I said it?” he said.

“I don’t,” she said with a shrug. “But if you were working with them, not just for them, you’d have killed me by now. They don’t need me alive, we both know that.”

As always, she was right. She was the only agent besides the Meta designated ‘eliminate on sight’.

His hand had never so much as gone for his pistol.

“Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to get in?” CT said, tilting her head. “They’ll notice your radio silence soon. We should be out of here before a secondary recovery team is sent.”

“Why are you doing this?” he said, the words toppling out like debris knocked loose. “I don’t deserve this.”

“Maybe not,” she said, simply. “But if I didn’t want to give you the chance to prove that you were, then why would I be here? I’m ready if you are.”

CT offered him an outstretched hand and he stared at it, at the second chance, third chance, fourth— whatever it was that she was offering him. He stared at it, and he said:

“I’m sorry, Connie.”

Her shoulders fell and she went to pull the hand away, but he grabbed it. He took her hand in his and he held on, until her smile could be read in every inch of her body and she pulled him close, their helmets knocking together with a sharp clunk.

“The past is done,” she said, jerking her head towards the passenger seat. He clambered inside without a word. “Viewing it from a different angle might change your perspective a little, but it can never change what happened. All you can change is the future. Remember that?”

Heart beating quick in his chest, he swallowed and nodded. “I remember.”

“Live by your own words, Washington. Help me change the future. Maybe that will go some way to making up for the past,” CT said, resting her hand over his. “But make no mistake, it’ll take a while. You really fucked up.”

Washington laughed, the sound as foreign in his mouth as her own laugh had been in the air. “Yeah. Yeah I did. Would it be a good start to tell you I have a plan on how to take them down?”

“Depends how good the plan is.”

So he told her everything. He told her about how he knew everything now and she squeezed his hand, knowingly. He told her about the failsafe and how he’d been biding his time, waiting for his chance to end it all. He told her how they could trick them and in turn, she told him all he needed to know.

She gave him the chance to prove himself a better, braver man than he had been.

The past was done, but the future was only just beginning.

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