It's funny, how light the gun feels in your hands, how steady your arm as you lift it, aiming the barrel toward the man you married what feels like so very long ago. Somewhere inside, you're vaguely aware of how half that time doesn't even matter, how it doesn't count, like a children's game of pretend when the players overstep their bounds, break ( Read more... )

June 6
He came in again today.

I was shelving our latest Harriet Jones release, Fall of a Saviour, so I had the chance to see him as he walked in. It's the third time in the last month he's visited. I know it's probably nothing, and of course a man as wonderful and learned as Harold Saxon would be interested in books, but I can't help thinking he ( Read more... )