Jason felt humiliated and frustrated. Rejected by a rock.

That's what happens when you love someone... you notice and notice and notice.

(A)ny time you buy weapons, or build an army, you begin to look for an excuse to use them. Plus, you pose more of a threat to others.

How'd it go with Leesha?" "It was great! We were bad cop and bad cop!

Hope is a dangerous thing, Raisa thought. Once kindled, it's hard to put out. It makes wise people into fools.

One more thing: Linda, can you get to Canterbury and take over my Chaucerian Society? They're at Dovecote Hostelry in the old city. We're visiting all the scenes of the great murders. Tomorrow they want to see where Becket was killed. They're a bloodthirsty lot, it seems.

A fiction writer is never entirely alone. Her characters are constantly whispering in her ear.