On the weekdays she and Bawinde worked for the South Africans, but as the weekend approached Elizabeth was anxious to get home to see if James had come to visit his gogo in the village.

The universe is finished; the copestone is on, and the chips were carted off a million years ago.

Children's book author or confirmed pedophobe who found children “quite frequently not terribly likeable”?

“Yo, man,” Vincent looked up at Sharif. “How is it that you always have the fine shorties hanging out at your crib?”