I adore this. Thirty years on and Rhys is still somewhere between "You have to be shitting me" and "Okay. Whatever."

I love Yan - he is his namesake all over again with his mother's spunk and father's sense “We don’t know what we don’t know. We expect to be told what we need to know when we start our training.” Definitely Williams genes there - not Cooper :-)

Its dreary and raining here. I have made myself a nice hot pot of coffee, found where mom (whose off cooing over grandbaby) hides the good biscuits, put the dogs or, thrown a blanket over my feet and plan to re-read the whole series.