If You Can't Dance On It, It

The Man Was Useless As Tits On A Bull, But He Didn't Deserve To Die Like That.

She Was Tough In The Best Sense Of The Word. She'd Taken Blows, The Disappointments, And Had Worked Her Way Through Them. Some People, He Knew, Would Have Buckled Under, Found A Clutch, Or Given Up. But She Had Carved A Place For Herself And Made It Work.

Survivors Lived With Their Mistakes.

I Do Indeed Write On The Road. My Laptop Goes With Me Everywhere.

Her Killer Wrote A Note On That Stationary." "a Note." Now Renquist's Eyebrows Lifted. "well. That Was Rather Arrogant Of Him, Wasn't It?