Sarah shifted on the bench. I worried she was winding up to say something, that Sky would start humming now, that the fright spring-coiled inside me would break loose. Then I remembered the widow dress...

The Postman rings twice, but the Insurance man rings until he collects”-Scott G. Brown

Unlike the hard, iron skeleton of war, the Izzy Doll is soft and cuddly. Not forced upon, it is given freely and accepted easily. It cannot be bought or sold therefore has no monetary power....

No Big Power in all history ever thought of itself as an aggressor. That is still true today.

Edward was dead. The magnitude of the news reverberated through me, thickening the air. His suffering was over. Yet what had he left behind? An England torn between Catholic and Protestant.

The last time Sean found trouble, she arrived in a package of blonde hair and blue eyes.” ~ Giles on Jem

Enjoy the tiny unexplainable second. You can learn whatever you want.

The River SwishDeftly maneuvered through the dark green abyss ~The wooden raft seemed in tune with this ~Canorous rush of theriver swish….

Now, tomorrow, and always.

My Characters Tell ME Where THEY Want to Go.

Writing historical fiction has many common traits with writing sci-fi or fantasy books. The past is another country – a very different world – and historical readers want to see, smell and touch what it...

No, I will not join your Civil War reenactment troupe.

I wrote a song called “Stinky Sodomite.” It isn’t a pop song, a historical song, or a song condemning homosexuality. Rather, it is a children’s song that teaches them how to count. In fact, the...

Many of America’s historical cornbreads were staple breads for people who didn’t have many other options.

Skip your fancy talk, Captain Lord Blackthorn. If I do your bidding, and I’m still discussing that with the Almighty, it will only be to save my arse.” Katie O’Reilly to Captain Lord Jack Blackthorn...

By some miracle, Charlotte’s polite smile never wavered. It was a proud moment for her. After all, it wasn’t every day that a little old lady told you right to your face that your bosom...

Follow your heart as long as you live…Bring your whole heart towards excellence…And no limit may be set to art.

219Take up and read, take up and read.

Yes, yes. My eyes are like the sea or the sky or some such nonsense,” she quipped with a laugh, the lilting sound like the finest music, better than anything he could ever play.

All the while Martin attempted to catch his aunt with a remorseful gaze, but the young woman was reabsorbed into her mother’s orbit, and though Anna embraced him, pressed on him the importance of visiting...

This is the Lord’s doing, and it is marvelous in our eyes.

Their daughter scrunched up her hands and legs, waving them wildly in the air. He opened his palm, allowing the babe to kick his hand.”Is she like a puppy?”Constance choked. “What!”He looked up. “Will she...

My own being can be judged by the depths I reach in making these historical origins my own.

If the Confederacy falls, there should be written on its tombstone: Died of a theory.

The throbbing shimmy spread through my hips and thighs. I could have sworn my body started to glow as if light were shooting from my fingertips and each strand of hair.

Would a dead man touch you like this?

What she knew was sand and wind and innumerable stars. The rumble in a camel’s throat as it swayed over shifting dunes, its trappings jingling in time with its steps beneath her. She knew the...

I was on one of my world ‘walkabouts.’ It had taken me once more through Hong Kong, to Japan, Australia, and then Papua New Guinea in the South Pacific [one of the places I grew...

Time is tick, tick, ticking away. How many souls will I capture today? Will they be a challenge or will they be given? Only time will tell as the clock keeps tick, tick, ticking. Your...

Slow down,’ he said, ‘so I can see how you do it,’ but she’d laughed and said, ‘I can’t slow down, if I stopped to think how I was doing it I couldn’t do it...

Either.

Time is going really faster than you think. That second just passed now, get up, pack the bag, get lost…

Agony’s PlotA zephyr skimmedacross my creamy skingently kissingwhere the sun had been….

You are a soldier. A fighter. And now you must fight. Not for the emperor, not for France . . . but for yourself.

Love should never be a game.

Historical fiction of course is particularly research-heavy. The details of everyday life are there to trip you up. Things that we take for granted, indeed, hardly think about, can lead to tremendous mistakes.

When the watermelons were as large as a child’s head, the women boiled them, but they collapsed into a tasteless green mush that no one could eat, not the children, not the cow.

Bana hiç acımayın… Biz, sıradan insanlar, yalnız bir sefer ölürüz. Ama büyük adamlar iki sefer ölürler. Birinci sefer bu dünyayı bırakıp göçtükleri, ikinci sefer de bıraktıkları eserler, yıkılıp kaybolduğu zaman.

Damn, you’re good,’ he said and rolled onto his back. The man wasn’t much for flowery speech, Alesandra thought with a smile. It didn’t matter. She was arrogantly proud of herself because she’d pleased him....

If it’s only a kiss you want, I can kiss you with my clothes on.” Katie O’Reilly to Captain Lord Blackthorn in “Titanic Rhasody.

Patience is only a virtue when there is something worth waiting for.

A beautiful woman can be the downfall of a gentleman . . . but the uplift of a beggar!

Take up and read, take up and read.

He’d do what was best for her. He’d take her to safety and send her back home to a bright future…with a more honorable man than him. The stick broke in his hand, and he...

Show us not the aim without the way.For ends and means on earth are so entangledThat changing one, you change the other too;Each different path brings other ends in view

It touched me to be trusted with something terrible.

Thought you didn’t like red hair.”One of Drew’s dimples kicked in as he draped an arm about Grandma’s shoulder. “Must have me confused with someone else, but I’m not surprised. Seems to happen to most...

Express yourself, Express your life, Express the Moment, Live the life.

I worked night and day for twelve years to prevent the war, but I could not. The North was mad and blind, would not let us govern ourselves, and so the war came.

Horeb bent over me and ran his hand down my neck, not stopping when his fingers reached my chest. I jerked backward. “What are you doing?”His eyes were black and intense. “A little taste before...