She was a Virginian of South American descent and had lived in Richmond for most of her life.

To keep the end of the smoke pole from going too far through the hole, a small cross-piece should be lashed to it about two feet from the end.

Their prosperity appeared to prove that honesty after all was not the best policy. What should I do then? How should I begin the jesuitical business of committing evil that good, personal good, might come of it?

“Logan MacLeod is the least likely candidate for boyfriendhood of any man in the entire world.” She raised an eyebrow at me, and I flushed again when I realized I'd practically shouted it.