Diane ran her scented fingers through the two days’ growth of ginger stubble on Terry’s chin. “I love it,” she said, “even the grey bi...

THE NEWSPAPER WAS the first edition of the day, and Elaine devoured it from cover to cover as she sat in the hospital waiting room. An ...

Everything the blind woman had told Harry she'd seen was undeniably real. Whatever inner eye Norma Paine possessed-that extraordin...

Some trades are best practised by daylight, some by night. Gavin was a professional in the latter category. In midwinter, in midsummer,...

LEON KAUFMAN WAS no longer new to the city. The Palace of Delights, he’d always called it, in the days of his innocence. But that was w...

Ralph was dreaming of Kathleen again. She was standing on the edge of the pool he was building for Jerry Meuse on Coldwater Canyon, loo...