“Do I know you then?” I replied desperately trying to place his face.“My mum is Rita Shannon,” he answered and then the penny dropped. Ah, tha...’s why he looked familiar. Now I remembered seeing him often enough behind the wheel of his mother’s Mercedes when he picked her up from work but just hadn’t made the connection.“You’re Rita Shannon’s son,” I exclaimed as a bright light illuminated the darkest recesses of my mind. He nodded his face a mixture of pride and relief.“I’m Paul and this is me. We use knives everyday. I have never used one against a man, but I would not hesitate to try if I thought it would accomplish my purpose."We never tried using our knives against Carga or Carltaga since there were so many other men that would help them and we'd have no chance. You have thinned their ranks to nothing though," she said."Good. I think we have time for some archery lessons then." What is archery?" she asked."Come with me," I said, leading her and several other followers to the big. ”I asked hopefully, “Well, do you want to do anything about it?”“No,” she said after a moment’s consideration. “Let’s go. There’s nothing else to do here.”“Where too?” I asked her when we got in my GTO.“I don’t care,” she said with a sigh.“What’s the matter, Sweetie?” I asked. “Are you feeling confused?”Jennifer said with a playful smile, “Darn your empathy.”“Come on. Out with it,” I said, starting the car and putting it into gear.She said hesitantly, “You might not like it.”“I already have a. At first, it still didn’t work. Once his captor had fallen asleep, he had made dozens upon dozens of attempts with no success. He couldn’t seem to figure out a way to push or pull without moving his hand. After numerous failures, he tried pushing more power into the bottom side of the tendril while leaving the top at a more normal level. The bottom part of the magical rope expanded, lifting the tiny piece of rock out of the crack in the wall. He’d waved it about in the air for a couple of.