’, or what about, ‘Life is what you make of it.’, or ‘A pessimist sees the gutter while an optimist sees the stars.’ All appropriate for the...situation that I found myself in. There was a piece of paper on my desk beside the diary and this was the reason for the blank page, the translation from legalise stated bluntly that I was no longer married, at last I was a single man, the years of suffering were now over. It was now up to me to make the most of my opportunities. This is where I hit the. Roquan bristled at the dismissive attitude towards his Healer. "A leak was the most probable reason for what he was sensing. The only other one was implausible, that other Portals have been opened close to the Manor."Mage Q'yros' fingers tensed around the end of the staff. "That is impossible."The Overlord detected the anxiety in the Mage's voice. "Is it?" Yes. A preposterous notion! He is a fool for suggesting it." And why is this?"Q'yros heaved an exasperated sigh. Damn this Overlord. Others. Truth is, I think that even if Lia decided on something, once she had it, she wouldn’t want it anymore. She likes the chase; you don’t mind the chase, but you like it when the chase ends.” “She might like that this time.” “Iris.” Gina gave me a sympathetic smile and patted my hand. “You’re in denial and you know it.” “I know. What can I say? I can’t help it.” Everyone had a vice, something they indulged in despite the lack of benefits. For me, that was Lia. “I don’t mean to be harsh, but maybe. They described the area of their home as being close to a lake of salt water. The only salt water I had ever heard of was the Gulf south of Fortwo. I set up my tent by theirs at their request. Their names were Martha, Mary, Rebecca, Faith, James and John. I could tell that Rebecca and James and Faith and John had relationships while Martha and Mary seemed to be unattached. That gave me hope for evenings. I had arrived in the early afternoon. After setting up camp, there was plenty of time to.