She was luxuriously tired and her muscles felt sore from the unaccustomed strain of riding astride. Nothing had ever tasted so good as the cool golden ale she swallowed from a pewter tankard. She slept deeply that night and longer than she had intended.
Kathleen WinsorThere's one thing I've always known: You can let people suspect anything else about you, but you must never let them suspect you of knowing what you're doing.
Kathleen Winsor