She couldn’t picture anyone falling madly in love with such a person as Fish. What a name, Fish...Fish: think cold, slippery, detached. Benedict: think dry scholarly monk from the Dark Ages. Denniston: think English preparatory school, stolid country squire. Nothing about his name sounded the least bit romantic.
Regina DomanOh, but a real princess would know that hard work ennobles the soul,' Rose objected. 'That would be one of the signs.
Regina DomanThere was a silence. Then Paul looked at Alex. 'She knows Chesterton.' 'She lives,' said Alex.
Regina DomanBear heard Rose in the background saying, 'Why thank you, Mr. Fish.' 'Good redhead. Helpful redhead,' Fish returned.
Regina DomanIt was Night. In most places, Night is a time for sleep, for calm, and for mystery. But not in New York City, where many things conspired every evening to murder the night.
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