He Sipped his coffee, watched the flames. "You gave me my life, you did," He insisted when Summerset made a protesting sound. "And I worked-in my fashion- to build this place. I asked you to tend it for me. You've never let me down. But I needed her. The one thing, the only thing that could make this place home." "She's not what I would have chosen for you" "Oh, that I know" "But she's right for you. The one for you." Despite, or maybe due to, her many flaws" "I imagine she thinks the same thing about you". Memory in Death, Roarke and Summerset

No second chance?" A wry smile twisted Carrick's lips. "There might have been, had I not waited so long to take it.

I read a lot - and I read a variety of genres.

Life--you have to live it as it comes.

I don't like the idea of you shivering unless I cause it. Stay warm." ----Roarke, Naked In Death

Good fiction creates its own reality.

When we grow up, we lose the talent for loving without restrictions.