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Leaving a Message on a Tombstone

I have been continuously checking to see if the tombstone is still there and if my note (in a shiny silver envelope) is still there.  Every time I go by, the construction site is deserted, with no signs of new work being done.  So you can imagine my surprise when I received a phone call out of the blue from SPD, of all people.

Come to find out, the stone is not on private property, like we originally thought.  The developer had moved it just enough so that it was on county property.  Much as I suspected, no one wants this thing.  It's heavy and well, it's a tombstone.

So they said I can take it to the cemetery.

While I'm waiting for the cemetery to figure out their next steps, let's talk about other things.

Water enchantment?

I've been thinking a lot about the government in The Culling series lately, so I was trying to scratch down the basic beliefs of the three parties.  This is what I've come up with:
  • Traditionalist party-hierarchical, believes in innate supremacy of mages.  Pro-population control, pro-environment.  Believes in state sovereignty and distrusts attempts to centralize government or bring government to the neutral zones.
  • Optimist party-Behavioral based, values individuals who contribute to society.  Believes in family planning, including cloning and designer embryos.  Believes in government funded programs that provide food and education to the poor.
  • Party X-pacifist, believes the Culling and war games should be outlawed.  Believes in forced sterilization after childbirth/paternity registration.
What party would you vote for?

Chapter 2 of The Bond Unbroken is now live on Wattpad.  Here's the obligatory teaser:
“You know, you are lucky blood is thicker than water, or I wouldn't be standing out here getting frostbite,” Jose set the lantern on the ground and tucked his hands inside his shirt.  “You gonna tell me what’s wrong?” he waited for her to shake her head, “Or do I gotta beat it out if you?”

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