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Lying in Wait is a girls’ night gone wrong thriller that keeps you guessing. Photo: One Tree Entertainment, used with permission. 🎬 Lying In Wait (2025) — Movie Review Synopsis:During a girls…
A girls’ night out turns into a chilling mystery when one friend disappears and everyone’s hiding something.
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“I have no idea what you’re referring to.” { from Tor \o }
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“Only that you are not from here, same as me.” Syn’s smile was small but friendly. Somewhere in his head, he knew an ‘introduction’ that involved bumping into someone and then guessing their origin was probably rude. He didn’t mean it to be so, of course, but being straightforward had often served him better in such situations than honeyed words.
“I mean no offense,” he tacked on, if only for posterity’s sake. “And I apologize for bumping into you. I was aiming for an empty seat, and there are more over here. Hence my assumption.”
He tilted his head to the side inquisitively, trying to aim his unfocused eyes at where he hoped the individual’s face was. “Do you mind if I take a seat here?”
"The Nerevarine? My old friend Misora mentioned her once or twice. Said she was some sort of hero? I can't quite remember..." (Tor-Acr)
“If you think someone from 200 years ago who condemned Morrowind to its inevitable downfall by taking out its rulers and leaving it in civil and political disarray for some Daedric Prince who despised the fact she was no longer favored, as a hero, sure.” Ilyvi’s tone was almost too casual, something cold in her words as she sipped sujamma from the bottle before holding it out to her company. “Almost every Dunmer knows of the story. Who knows what is truth anymore. Why bring it up?”
“What dangers lurk in these dark waters, I wonder.” (from Tor-Acr)
“Slaughterfish, for certain,” Ilyvi replied, not even looking up as she shucked the chitin off the crab in her hand with a dagger. “Maybe a dreugh if you’re unlucky. Otherwise hypothermia for the most part.”
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it’s relatively quiet for a night in the bannered mare. it gives her the chance to actually take in most of the tavern’s occupants, unlike most nights where everyone’s primarily focused on the bard or conversing with the companions that arrived with them. most everyone in whiterun is a stranger to caterina, given that she hasn’t been there in years, so the lull in constant chatter makes it easier for her to interact with some of the other few who decided to journey into the warmth of the tavern for the night. she sets her gazes on the argonian, sitting but one chair away. ‘ good evening, ’ cat greets with a smile, angling her body toward him for conversation.
‘ i was just curious... have you been in whiterun long ? ’ there’s a short pause before she clarifies with, ‘ i ask because i haven’t. ’
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What are some hard decisions that she's faced since leaving Morrowind? What are three moral pegs that she clings to no matter what?
The biggest decision Ilyvi had to come to terms with was what was she supposed to do next. Her entire life seemed to have already been written for her with prophecies and the dictations of otherworldly entities, at least up until she fulfilled everything her “destiny” foretold. Everyone had expectations of her as the Nerevarine, but she never had any expectations for herself other than to live. She had no true skills outside of being a blade-for-hire, no interest in doing politics or continuing to being a nation’s “hero”. But there was very little she could do, yet with the rising tensions with the fall of the Tribunal, she had to come with some idea and a fast one.
Skyrim was desolate enough that no one would come looking for her, close enough to Morrowind where her presence would be overlooked for the most part, and she had so much money and stuff that, in such sudden clarity, she didn’t need to do anything.
The second hardest decision have been where to live. The north-eastern section was too cold, Riften was too packed for her liking, and none of the other Holds held much interest. Falkreath was, perhaps, second in the running outside the marshes of Hjaalmarch, but its proximity to the border put her off. She wanted to go deep into the country, to disappear entirely, and the marshlands of Hjaalmarch was perfect.
As for her morality, three things stand out:
Kill fast. Death is a part of her, part of her soul. From assassin to werewolf to hunter, Ilyvi firmly believes in killing swiftly. To prolong the pain and suffering is needless and unnecessarily cruel, so her deaths are planned with teeth straight to the throat or blade to the heart.
Steal only what’s necessary. Ilyvi does not like theft. She’s a master of stealth, her feet and paws silent, but from the first tomb she raided for a mage just to get some information, it always left a bad taste in her mouth. Since then she’s only stolen things she needs- food, keys, documents- and only if there was no other way to obtain it.
Remain skeptical. Always. She’s seen enough people following others blindly without questioning the facts, ordered around by gods and daedra with no clear explanation as to why it needed to be done. Ilyvi has no trust in those beings who think themselves superior, will stand firm and refuse if things are demanded at her. She is no one’s slave or servant, and she’s had her chain yanked one too many times to go back to not questioning authority. Always get the full picture, always demand answers for your questions. If they refuse or deflect when their answers matter, they are not to be trusted.
Today's ebook and crochet selection is #lyinginwait by #liznugent This is available as an ebook from #kindle and #googlebooks for $9.99 This is available as an audiobook from #audible for $11.90 and #googlebooks for $13.95 This title is currently unavailable to borrow from #hoopla or #libby This is a psychological thriller featuring a prominent family and estate in Dublin, Ireland. The husband and father, Andrew, is a successful Judge. The wife and mother, Lydia, is a stay at home mom and the daughter of a wealthy well connected family, the house and estate are hers. Laurence is their only child, a very much bullied for being over weight mama's boy. The family of the victim, Annie Doyle, is not so blessed. They could best be described as working class and struggling. This books is just a wild ride. The action begins with the first sentence, 'My husband did not mean to kill Annie Doyle, but the lying tramp deserved it'. The tone the author uses throughout the narrative is perfect: humorous and horrifying at the same time. Most of the action takes place in the early 80's. There are flashbacks to the 40's and the last 2 chapters take place in 2016. This story is told in multiple pov chapters between: Lydia, Laurence and Karen the sister of Annie Doyle. I can't say too much without ruining reveals. I found the ending particularly satisfying and unexpected. This is definitely worth the read. I'm planning to read her book published before this, Unraveling Oliver, and it appears she released a book this year in Ireland as well, Skin Deep. https://www.instagram.com/p/BnwbC9WBYeY/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=8o2t34h16k28
The stalker at my window! #stalker #cat #aylesbury #lyinginwait #feedmeseymour (at Aylesbury, Buckinghamshire)
