This may be the very nature of love, a passion as fickle as the sea, full of certainty when the object of desire is absent, yet dubious when confronted again with the lover's presence.

Humiliation scars deeper than the lash.

We cannot choose the times we live in. Just as, sometimes, we cannot choose whom we love.

Two bones fell down my chimney and into the bedroom this morning. Hysterical thing to happen to a thriller writer. Murderous ravens perhaps?

Believe, my child. Faith is the food of survival.

Trust is won not given.

Intelligence is power; it is the flame behind the spark of intrigue. Find out all the facts and stamp out the fire. Demystify.