Darling girl, blinded by foolish thoughts of love. How to tell her that the hearts of men were not so easily won. If won, rarely kept.

Those who live in memories are never really dead." The House At Riverton

There's a market for mysteries for adults. That feeling of opening a book and delving inside and not coming out until you've closed the book.

Thinking of nothing. Trying to think of nothing. Thinking of everything.

The stretch of years leaves none unmarked: the blissful sense of youthful invincibility peels away and responsibility brings its weight to bear.

Sometimes, Edie, a person's feelings aren't rational. At least, they don't seem that way on the surface. You have to dig a little deeper to understand what lies at the base

But history is a faithless teller whose cruel recourse to hindsight makes fools of its actors.