“My dearest Pudding pie" I read aloud. "Yes, my little turnip?" "Hilarious," I muttered. "If you ever call me anything of the… — Jordan L. Hawk Copy Share Image
“He was a man’s man, despite his vocation; after all, he studied American history. A litany of red-blooded patriots, fighting savages and redcoats alike,… — Jordan L. Hawk Copy Share Image
“Don’t sit down just yet, Whyborne,” the director ordered, motioning me to the front of the room. “We’ve a bit of business concerning you… — Jordan L. Hawk Copy Share Image
“My dearest Pudding pie" I read aloud. "Yes, my little turnip?" "Hilarious," I muttered. "If you ever call me anything of the sort again… — Jordan L. Hawk Copy Share Image
“I think I will remain here and work on my manuscript," Christine decided. "Going about talking to the locals sounds dreadfully boring. But if… — Jordan L. Hawk Copy Share Image
“He brushed a kiss across my lips, there and gone before I could gather myself to respond. 'Come now my dear. Let's have breakfast."… — Jordan L. Hawk Copy Share Image
“The night candle on the bedside table burst into spontaneous flame. The golden glow revealed a creature whose pale white skin was marked with… — Jordan L. Hawk Copy Share Image
“I craved him, like an opium addict craved the pipe: the sound of his voice, the touch of his hand, his mere presence in… — Jordan L. Hawk Copy Share Image
“If the director fired everyone here who might go mad, half the museum would be depopulated", Christine replied. She exaggerated, of course - I… — Jordan L. Hawk Copy Share Image
“Our two chairs were drawn up to the fire; a stack of scholarly books beside his and the latest volume of The Casebook of… — Jordan L. Hawk Copy Share Image
“I seldom ate out, both for reasons of economy and because I feared someone might try to speak to me.” — Jordan L. Hawk Copy Share Image
“Don't be absurd. Do you think I'm going to remain here in Widdershins while you go haring off? One or both of you would… — Jordan L. Hawk Copy Share Image
