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Please, he's only a freshmen. He didn't know any better. Just put him down and take a breath. You're roid raging again and The kid said he was sorry.

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Wes would know his best friend's voice anywhere. Just let it go I TOLD you all to keep your traps shut! You morons only have ONE job: Let ME do all the talking, and if you have to talk, you stick to the script of what I tell you to say! Wes didn't have time to name the yell before there was loud crash and a scream that sounded like it had come from Lincoln. A small boy, whom he assumed was the freshman Lincoln, lay among the shattered remains of a coffee table, bruised, and bloody and crying in fear and pain.

He was being shielded by a worried looking David. Jeff and Nick were both huddled in the corner, guarding a small group of cowering younger boys, though the couple looked frightened themselves. Hunter was yelling and raging frighteningly, violently flipping a table and throwing a chair.

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Sebastian pulled Thad out of the way as the chair soared right through where the petrified boy had been standing. He made a move to go stop Hunter and protect his friends, but Thad held him back, quietly begging Sebastian not to be an idiot and put himself in Hunter's line of fire. Wes was frozen in the doorway. This was not something that was supposed to happen at Dalton, in the Warblers.

Boys were not supposed to be afraid of being in this room. Boys should be happy. Feel like they belonged and were loved and cared for. The younger students should feel they had someone to trust. Someone to turn to if times went bad. Fear was not supposed to exist at Dalton Academy. Jeff had pulled one of the shaking freshmen into his arms and was rocking him softly, seemingly singing to try to calm the boy down. The little boy looked up and saw Wes.

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His eyes were a piercing amber color in his fear. It was hauntingly similar to the way Blaine's eyes had once stared at him in the night after he'd dream about the Sadie Hawkins from hell. The eyes begged for Wes to save him. Wes didn't know the poor child's name, but the boy seemed to recognize him from somewhere. The eyes flitted to a picture on the wall. A picture of Wes. The frame was engraved with three B's, an acronym for the nickname his baby Warblers had long ago given him.

The little boy's eyes again locked on him and he spoke, frightened yet clearly and loudly for all to hear, the words Wes knew so well. The words Jeff and Nick and Thad and David had likely taught them. THAT was the last straw. He stormed into the room and went straight to Hunter. The room was dead silent except for Hunter's ranting and raving. All of the boys were staring at him with shock, hope, and wonder. Nick put a hand to his mouth to muffle a sort of choked sob. Jeff pinched himself, needing to be sure this wasn't some sort of wishful dream or hallucination.

Seb stood stalk still, afraid, until Wes gave him a small nod on the way past, relaxing him. Thad clung to Sebastian, muttering prayers of thanks under his breath. David beamed at his old friend and very comically saluted him before kneeling down to tend to Lincoln.

Hunter had not noticed the former head of council's presence in the room. He didn't until it was too late. Hunter whipped around, eyes feral. I'M the Captain of this choir! Who the HELL are you?! Wes growled as he advanced on Hunter. I was a head of Warbler Council before you ever even set foot in Ohio. I was president of Student Council from my freshman year until graduation. I was top of my class every year and graduated as Valedictorian.

A nickname awarded to me by my fellow Warblers. YOU have hurt my fledgling. I am your worst nightmare! Hunter's eyes flashed in fear for a moment, but it was quickly replaced by fury. He let out a near primal cry and swung. There was a solid crack as he caught Wes in the jaw.

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The other warblers gasped in horror. Hunter had just hit Wes! Some feared for Wes's safety now. Those who knew Wes, however, feared for Hunter's. Wes had stumbled back slightly. Cautiously, he brought a hand to his now bleeding lip. He seemed to ponder the red liquid on his fingers, before smiling wickedly and staring Hunter dead in the eye. Warblers is a SAFE place. Don't let this bully stop you. Hunter growled as he ran forward, intent on decking Wes again. His fist flew towards Wes's jaw once more, intending to break it this time. However, this time Wes caught the blow in his hand.

With a fluid motion, he yanked a startled Hunter around and pinned him, wrist between shoulder blades, bringing the boy to his knees. Hunter squirmed about and somehow managed to get away. He scurried to his feet and got in a fighting stance. The older boys quickly covered the younger boy's ears. Some boys shielded each other or themselves. Hunter had a rather colorful vocabulary to start with, but when he was raging or fighting, he REALLY let loose some bad words.

Words that the littlest Warblers had no reason to be exposed to. I'll see what life brings to me. I get that you want to know more about me and this girl.

Okay this totally sucked just so you know. I guess it's always been there I just never realized. Eventually we all got drunk and I told her and urgh it was pretty fucked up but we stayed friends. I think we're pretty good now, as far as possible of course. Time went by, I kissed some guys made some mistakes blabla you know it , and well I haven't told anyone beside a friend of mine who lives in England and well obviously that girl I had a crush on.

My parents sort of know but the last time I tried to bring it up to my mom she got really mad and said it was just a phase. I don't want to make you think that she's a homophobic or something because she's not. She just doesn't really realize that I might be serious about this. Did you know that Sett's InstantAudience feature brings new readers to your blog? So far Sett has brought you readers who wouldn't have otherwise known your blog exists.

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Come read my first post! I just started a new blog and I'd love to know what you think. Replies to your posts Loading This blog requires JavaScript for anything besides reading. Learn how to turn it on. Hi Carolyn, Sit down before you read this. We've got to talk. This is going to piss you off. This is going to look like I'm causing problems. I'm not causing problems. I'm just pointing out where problems already exist. That's why I've finally got the nerve to write what I've been thinking for a year now - Your company fundamentally mistreats its editors, writers, and all its staff.

Your company and indeed, whole industry is stuck in slavery-era thinking. And it's bad business. So, we've got to have a chat. Now, I've always been tenacious. If something important has to be done, give it to me. What a smart move. So Yifei was out, and I didn't want to run Reach by myself. I'm not sure what was coming up. July 1, Advance: Let's work fast, and bang this out of the park!

Carolyn, I was really excited to work with you guys. Most people wouldn't get it. There's just one problem. But fine, I signed quickly. Let's get to work! I'm sure it's not -- -- wait! Let's play a game! C'mon, guess before I tell you. I bet you know where this is going. You paid me on 18th April , six and a half weeks after "immediate" payment was due.

Unfortunately, I just accepted this nonsense. The Downward Spiral Begins So, I'm not entirely sure, but I think your company signed me because I have interesting ideas, and I know how to market them. So yeah, you guys wanted my writing and marketing ability. But now, shit's about to get ugly. Has there ever been a moneyback guarantee on a print book? Your loyal strategist, Sebastian Marshall -- On the terms and conditions of the guarantee, we specify that they've got to read some of the book, that it applies for only , and then we set up a way that isn't a headache to deal with it.

Sebastian I don't know Carolyn. But The Worst Part On the supposed very important deadline day. So I kind of crashed. It's Not The Editor's Fault. You need better tech. I'm not much of an artist, really. But let's play pretend. I'll be a pretend artist. Pretend you're an artist. All you do is work on the project, highly motivated. They keep jerking you around and treating you like a bitch.

Jim's not a problem. I don't think I'm the problem. But I don't think I'm the problem. I think the system is the problem, it's broken, and should be fixed. I hope I didn't ruin your Wednesday too badly. I'm not here to make you feel bad. I wanted you to see it from my perspective. See, I stuck with you because I was afraid. I thought I needed you as recently as ten days ago. And you know what? It's not even all that expensive! But really do better , on a philosophical level. And this, despite the fact that I've made him tens of thousands of dollars!

How much money have I made you? Where was all this when I was being nice? But that won't be enough. But your raft has holes in it. It's really, really sad. Artists expect to do art with you, and they instead get bullshit. We can't work like this. The last batch of my writing is apparently up to snuff. I could put my head down and just grind, get it done at 4AM before I go to work, and whatever. You're now the people in my life who treat me the worst. I mean, you've really treated me like dogshit.

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And I stuck around because I was afraid. You've got a couple options: Yes, you've got to do better by me. But not just me. Everyone you work with, everyone's whose lives you touch. That's the bare minimum. Look, I'm sure you're all unhappy with me. I'm not saying pleasant things. But here's my basic message: Respectfully Yours, Sebastian Marshall -- Anyone is welcome to republish this in full or in part, anywhere, without asking for permission.

Sort comments by Likes Likes Date. Follow this blog and. Not very smart for a guy working in marketing. I for one wouldn't hire you now. To many more successed! That's why so many writers I know are self publishing. The industry is cutting its own throat. Best of luck to Sebastian. And the rest of traditional publishing Now, why do that?

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Do you think he would give the same answer if he were asked this question during the last year of the war? What keeps him going during the war [pp. Do you think that the war changes Stephen? In the life of the trenches, Stephen reflects, "There was only violent death or life to choose between; finer distinctions, such as love, preference, or kindness, were redundant" [p. Do you find that the soldiers have really lost their sense of finer distinctions? How did it change our ideas of military glory and our vision of our military leaders? Stephen and Weir enjoy an unlikely but intense friendship.

What emotional need does Stephen fill in his turn for Weir? The soldiers "were frightening to the civilians because they had evolved not into killers but into passive beings whose only aim was to endure" [pp. How do civilians, in general, treat and respond to these soldiers? Have soldiers from later wars, such as the conflict in Vietnam, reported similar experiences and attitudes?

Why do you think that Stephen displays such an overpowering will to survive, in spite of the loneliness of his life and the unhappiness he has undergone? What elements and events of his life have contributed to his instinct for self-preservation? Elizabeth is spurred on in her research by a feeling of the "danger of losing touch with the past" [p.

Does her ignorance of recent history surprise you, or do you find it characteristic of her generation? Do you find that you, and the people around you, are similarly detached from the past? What does Elizabeth, the granddaughter, represent? In what ways does history repeat itself in her life? Why has the author set this story about war against the backdrop of a passionate affair?

Explore the various parallels drawn between desire and death, love and war, in the novel. In what ways are the love scenes similar to some of the battle scenes? How does the body take on different meanings [pp. Historical Romance Military Fiction print.