When the inboxes/e mails come in so heavily, I dare say that it's tough to respond to all, so bear with me. Glad that you are all seemingly in great admiration of John. He's very sweet to smile for the camera.
This week its on to editing and on to the presses with book 1, let me know if you are wanting a signed copy.
They're limited in quantity, so hurry!
Now if you've been following, Declan is from the novel "Prevenient Grace", where as Pennington (Ethan) Hastings is from the Pater Nostras, Canis Dirus series. John Brodrick happens to resemble a younger Declan, a spot on Ethan. Interestingly enough while at the pub so many people remarked how much John looked like the real man who I had originally pictured. Ah and if you know me personally, than you are well aware of that particular photo. Very surreal to see John, and realize that he has a double in this world, albeit an older version, as I smile sweetly.
So if we're clear, here we go for this week....ready?
(Pennington (Ethan) Hastings)
"Hold your temper man..."
If I hear that one more time...the phrase begins to sicken me.
I chose her, the Saint as my opponent for the pending battles...It hadn't occured to me that there would be external forces attempting to thwart my plans.
Fools.
Worthy, tenacious so was she.
This is why I had sought this time to rise within the ranks of my orginization to stand before them all
and see to her
Like any worthy advisary I researched extensively...
-Wasn't without its own specific difficulties. While she predominately lived openly,
for the better part,
it was the sub text within her novels that brought about the most troubling issue.
I could not assertain by a read alone whether or not it was a toss off or a simplistic bread crumb trail.
Not one, in my humble opinion, to merely write callously, she had to have known what she was doing.
Blackouts were a commonality in our circles, something any scribe would possess keen knowledge of; she held 7 degrees, I would suspect that Sawyer wouldn't negate all sense....
Not while writing,
no, not her.
Her status had been updated.
I knew of her friends, lovers and such.
So who the hell was this McDaniels? Declan McDaniels.
If he were real, than there was clearly a problem settling at my feet.
I googled her blog and there he was. You have no idea how it angered me, well myself and the others.
We were none to pleased yet there he was, larger than life, staring right back at me from the computer screen.
It was Blackburn who first noticed the resemblance.
Ah, if you had been me in that moment you would've been floored.
Either the Saint was one hell of a chess player or we were witnessing something a tad bit out of our control.
In any case, I read his/her words.
She was destroying any equalibrium left to the two groups. I knew of her plans for London...
Was this her way of underscoring any of my senses?
Let me afford you this reveal: I flew into Austin several days ago, first class naturally. Ah, and who should I sit directly across from?
John Brodrick.
It was as though I were glancing into a mirror. For (****'s) sake I thought! At least he maintained the proper build for a man such as we.
I remark we, though he clearly was not 'of' we kind.
No.
In my estimation, he seemed a rather calm, collected business man.
We shared in drink, conversation, though I kept it measured and light.
He had to be completely unaware or one hell of an actor...
Regardless, I compiled nothing in the way of intel.
Frustrating to say the least.
Might I remark however, that the flight attendents were quite smitten with him, drawn to him really - like moth to flame.
Married, very much so, they overlooked me.
Yet there we were, could've been twin brothers.
Yes, Sawyer had clearly out played me.
This time.
*****
(John Brodrick)
Well, well, well.
Yes, I noticed the dark man on the flight.
How could he be ignored?
Ethan was- well, in simplistic terms, in appearance just like me.
Of course, that would be precisely where the similarities end.
As Ethan pressed on with his inquiries, albeit conservative ones laced with marked discretion, I began to realize that this wasn't a mere verbal challenge.
Indeed, he was scoring my measured responses at every turn.
Luckily for me, I'm educated and one hell of an actor.
I had been warned of this man, on many many occasions.
No, I hold no fear of him. None.
I merely had discussed this situation previously with interested parties.
Holding counsel was the general consesus.
Who was I to argue the point?
I held no vested interest, it wasn't me...
Yes, once disembarking from the flight, for me north Texas, I did phone his mobile.
"Oy, aye"
"Hey, this is John"
"Brody"
"Don't, really"
"Wot can I do for you John?"
"I met Ethan"
"How was the dark Laird then?"
John laughed at the slight "He seemed smug, arrogant"
"Aye, well I expected no less ffrom him"
"We three resemble one another...I know you explained Deck, but honestly, to see it with my own eyes...it was unsettling.
Also, you were correct, he attempted to assertain whether or not I had any direct contact with her"
"Aye...and you held your own in this? Yes?"
"I did."
"You were the best decoy to set in place."
"What is this game that you play old man?"
"Ah, ye should be careful my John, you look just like me, wot say you won't appear as old as myself in 10-15 years told eh?"
"Well I don't know Deck, I don't smoke cigars, drink till I pass out..."
"Ah say you. I've seen how beauty tears at your time, how you work until you keel over."
"Well if one should go, it's not a bad way of it, I'd say."
"Spoken like a true Scotsman"
"I'm a Brit"
"American now hey?"
"So you heard?"
"Aye, that I did, matters not tho, it is, in the long run, where our blood derives from."
"How poetic. I have to go Deck, I've business to attend to."
"Is she beautiful John?"
"Yes"
"Fair play man. Enjoy, we'll speak soon enough then yeah?"
"Sure"
"oy aye"
"oy"
***********
(Declan McDaniels)
So the ruse had worked splendidly had it not? I hadn't the time for these games with Ethan, truth be told, the man irked me.
I wanted no part of his madness, nor was I even remotely planning on affording Sawyer any folly in this regard.
She was already fiercely independent and reckless as it were. Och mae I wanted no part of this I say.
I'm to remove her to Paris this week. To not only keep her in my safe keeping, but to continue in my methodical seduction.
Oh, tis a risky propositon with the likes of Ethan and his coherts lurking about, but since when do I shirk in responsibilty?
Graeme has the logistics all worked thru and I am pleased well enough.
I am liking wot she has placed before me these recent days. Suddenly she has made a remarkable change in her dispostion.
It is my belief, my firm belief held that she has decided to relent, relinquish onto my will.
I discussed the prose of this Ethan Hastings.
Sawyer offered her assurences that it wasn't the path decided.
To be on the safer side of the wager, I unabashadley enlisted the help of the extremely talented Mr. Brodrick.
If Sawyer knew (and I am amused at the prospect of such) she'd provide me no less than a few weeks of sulking/hell.
Ah but I'll not be telling her anytime soon yes?
And so I take my leave for the time being, tucking the sweet Saint into my bed, in the chambers that are mine alone.
I keep what is mine, safely shut out- away from the majority.
You may think me to be a wee bit obsessive, but I'd counter with all that I have lost before, this has to be the way of it.
Prior to this my life held no value.
And now, locked deep into the night, in my bed no less, lyes she.
So can you not understand how this personally realizes its esoteric effect on my soul?
I am aware now.
I am aware.
She sleeps soundly on this night....Not so with Ethan.
Perhaps a second thought in my regard would've been a necessity eh?
Why do the yanks persist in this passive mode?
Och mae, I'll never know.
At least in John I found brilliance.
Good bloke that one.
Until the next, I leave you to the mediocricy of life and challenge you to more...to reach, to extend...
One never knows commonality with the extraordinary unless you step out onto the ledge of possibility...
I am supposing that I may double back then hey?
Och, truth?
I want this more than anything...
I am drenched in want.
DM
(Sawyer)
I was never willing to reveal all that much to any.
Why should I?
I have always been verbose whilst vesting my own counsel.
Think for 1 moment that I hadn't quietly charted Penningtons' progress?
I had.
For many, many years long.
I met him once, in an elevator.
He was/is stunning.
I long to play the game with him, and make no mistake, I will obtain the necessary text to squash his dark intent.
As for Declan... I can sense him just past the doors heavy wooden frame.
He desires to breech yet does not.
I am grateful for the reprieve, but it won't last...
I heard from Graeme as we jogged, soaking in the beams of the sun at voodoo pew (Austin) that I am to be taken to Paris in the morning.
I've been.
Don't know how I am feeling about this latest development. I'll afford you some insight into my sensibilities at a later time...
Until then, I'm to lay here- staring at the ceiling...I wish he'd just turn the door latch...
(there is a long pause in the scribes work)
The latched door has begun to move.
I'm afraid that I cannot write further on this night...
I am fearful, but I long to have this conversation...non verbal or no'
For it is one that certainly must occur...
From my hand to yours,
Sawyer
Saint Andrews
