Autumn that year painted the countryside in vivid shades of scarlet, saffron and russet, and the days were clear and crisp under harvest skies.

…she remembered watching a summer sunset from this very spot. Not so long ago; just a lifetime.

...A scar signifies past pain, a wound that did not heal as it ought. But it testifies, too, to survival...(Here be Dragons)

There is nothing worse than an enemy with imagination.

I inhale hope with every breath I take.

Abigail Adams could become my favorite historical sleuth.

When does he ever think?" Richard straddled a chair and accepted a wind cup from Raoul. "If he were to sell his brain, he could claim it had never been used.", Chapter 7