Can you imagine anything more tragic?' Rose asked. 'To be born a princess --native and to the manor born-- and then to forget who you are and settle for being something horrible like an--an accountant!

For years, we in publishing have been hearing from Catholic readers that they really yearn for Catholic fiction.

Try to be a whole person.Not just a night person, or a day person. Be the kind of person who can live in both.

I won't get killed,' Rose protested. Is that a promise?' Fish asked dryly, stirring his tea. 'If you break your word, I'll never believe you again.' Rose shook her head at him. 'How can you even taste your tea if you put that much sugar in it?' Don't change the subject. I don't want to be responsible for depriving the world of Rose Brier. Under no circumstances are you allowed to help us do anything more dangerous than...change the oil in my car.

His eyes gravitated towards the wall-to-wall bookshelf at one end of the room. 'You folks like books, I see.

How do you say 'bring me sausage and eggs or I'll slit your throat' in Italian?" "Look it up in the phrase book.

My skin's too white." she said. Says who, Snow White?" he said, touching her cheek lightly with one hand.