Enter Jo.

Joan Dunaway was a reporter for the News, and had been one since she and Wy had returned from Europe the year they graduated from the University of Alaska, Fairbanks, Wy with a degree in education and Jo with a degree in journalism.  She’d built up a reputation over the years for ferreting out bad…

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Not a terrible way to start your day. (I’m not crying, you’re crying.)

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In which Wy loses her temper.

“You suicidal son of a bitch!” Wy said, eyes blazing.  “That is the last time you go up in a plane with me, I don’t care how much the frigging state is paying!  You could have been hurt!  You could have been killed!”  She wound up and hit him again, this time her clenched fist…

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Enter Charles.

“Liam!” Wy said involuntarily, and started forward. “Sir?” Trooper Prince said.  “How did you get here?” The man turned his head toward them, bringing it full into the light from one of the windows.  Wy halted.  So did Prince. He was tall, broad-shouldered and long-legged, with thick dark hair going a distinguished gray at the…

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Saint he might have been, you could smell Francis of Assisi coming long before you saw him.

Thomas Cahill is determined to redeem the Middle Ages from the likes of William Manchester (A World Lit Only By Fire) and Mark Twain (A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court). On the contrary, Cahill writes The reputation of the Middle Ages for thuggish cruelty is largely (if not wholly) undeserved. which I find a…

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