Oh, Claire, Ye Do Break My Heart

Tell Him I Hate Him To His Guts And The Marrow Of His Bones!

I Dinna Know What's A Sadist. And If I Forgive You For This Afternoon, I Reckon You'll Forgive Me, Too, As Soon As Ye Can Sit Down Again." "as For My Pleasure..." His Lip Twitched. "i Said I Would Have To Punish You. I Did Not Say I Wasna Going To Enjoy It." He Crooked A Finger At Me. "come Here.

I Don't Plot The Books Out Ahead Of Time, I Don't Plan Them. I Don't Begin At The Beginning And End At The End. I Don't Work With An Outline And I Don't Work In A Straight Line.

Conflict And Character Are The Heart Of Good Fiction, And Good Mystery Has Both Of Those In Spades.

Well I Am Still Not Drunk" I Straightened Up Against The Pillows As Best I Could. "you Told Me Once That If You Could Still Stand Up, You Weren't Drunk." You Aren't Standing Up." He Point Out. You Are.