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The Manx Connection

If there's one thing cooler than cruising for hundreds of miles along American highways with the window down and the stereo pumped up, it's pulling into a small town for the night, picking a motel and spending the next few hours discovering the place, its people, restaurants and bars. A lone traveller doesn't have to sit at a bar long before staff and punters strike up a conversation

The Last Paladin

His skin had darkened over the years, but it wasn't just the sun. He'd been dark as a boy, but now, as almost a man, his face had a beaten, weathered look, as if each of the several thousand miles he had travelled had etched its own line. He was still handsome, though, his thick black hair hiding a prominent forehead, a beard, mature for one so young, giving him an air of regality