The third Mark Thyme paperback was selling even better than the first two. Sure it was just a drugstore rack pulp novel, but it was a popular one. ...The series was his breakthrough, and soon he'd be able to publish his serious novel. Heck, he might even stop having to take grunt jobs to earn a living! Of course, it was those grunt jobs that had inspired him to write the Mark Thyme books in the first place, listening to his co-workers' fantasies. Mark was everything Mitch wasn't;. It keeps going for what feels like an eternity before he suddenly slams into a hard surface. As the light dissipates, Khalus lays there for a moment, his now nude body aching. "Well, that was unpleasant." He groans as he stands and looks around at his new surroundings, taking in the tall towers of stone and metal, "The humans have certainly been busy since I've last walked this realm." He stands there for a minute, getting his bearings before noticing a group a people staring at him in shock.. In the morning, I heard her up in the bathroom, and then she came down to get some breakfast. She stop fast in tracts when see saw me on the couch. She said when did you get home, not even bothering to give me a hug or kiss. Somehow her face had guilt written all over it. I told her I got home around 1 am, and did not want to bother her so I slept on the couch. She just said O, and went into the kitchen to fix her some breakfast, went back up the stairs, showered and got dressed for work. . “No breaks ... bruise on the left leg will be enormous. Spine ok to move...” He checked Helen’s head. “No other visible injuries, but unconscious. Help me get her off the street, M’sieur Equals.”Troy lifted Helen up in his arms and brought her over to the Greens’ lawn. Julie saw what they were doing and grabbed one of the blankets that were laying on the lawn up by the house, bringing it closer to them and spreading it out on the grass for her.Helen was muttering something none of them could.