Struggling into a sitting position, I clamped both hands over my shredded thigh. There was a helluvalot of blood, but it was pouring, not pumping, which meant the bastard missed the artery.

In spite of the early hour, the Marquis of Chatham was finely garbed in black smallcoat and breeches of grey superfine.

The taxability of forgiven debt is set to become a pressing issue as more homeowners fall behind on their mortgages and face foreclosure.

I was unsettled by the sudden outburst, and since I didn't know what to do I just stood there, confused.