Three weeks hadn't changed Cop Central. The coffee was still poisonous, the noise abominable, and the view out of her stingy window was still miserable. She was thrilled to be back.

I do not feel obliged in my reading. I read to be entertained and to relax, and to go into another world, not because it's good for me.

Did they know - the young and fearless - what a miraculous thing it was to have all of anyone?

If people let other people alone, people would be better off. It's always people that screw things up for people anyway.

Ive gotten to know a number of readers from being online, and really treasure the time Ive spent with them.

We're all victims of what life deals out. It's how we handle it that's important.

For once, he slept first. She lay in the dark, listening to him breathe, stealing a little of his warmth as her own body cooled. Since he was asleep, she stroked his hair. "I love you," she murmured. "I love you so much, I'm stupid about it." With a sigh, she settled down, closed her eyes, and willed her mind to empty. Beside her, Roarke smiled into the dark. He never slept first.