"A short glimpse into the nature of power"
The ruddy light in the cold stone room is dim, but it is enough to make out every detail of the cowering figure. He is nude save for a studded leather collar around his neck; slender and fragile, he is...
"The long-overdue continuation of the saga of Jonas."
The golden autumn sun flowed across the immaculately-landscaped grounds of Cavanagh House like honey. Hannah and Jonas walked together companionably, only the steady crunch of the gravel beneath their feet and the distant sigh of the breeze stirring the trees...
"Professor Lucas Wainwright explains the subtleties of love poetry to an eager student."
The late-autumn light was fading quickly as Professor Lucas Wainwright slipped a thick sheaf of papers into his briefcase and snapped the locks closed. The beginning of a new academic year was always a difficult time, and he was in...
"A blushing bride gives her new husband a very special gift."
When Donna lifted her veil, I thought my heart would burst. Could it really be that this woman - this angel - had agreed to be my wife?I swallowed and glanced back down the aisle. The pews were packed with...
"The continuing saga of a man with an extraordinary gift..."
"So," Hannah said, crossing her legs, "you signed your first contract, and shot your first films.""I did," Jonas said with a wry smile. "They weren't, I'm the first to admit, my finest work, but they earned me a certain notoriety...
"The saga of a man with an unusual gift."
It took Jonas half an hour to deal with the phone messages that had come in during the morning. By the time he returned, Hannah was sleeping peacefully. Jonas smiled and closed the door softly."Miss Maxwell?" Hannah awoke with a...
"Margaret always wanted more - and now, she has it!"
The light pouring through the window was strange, Margaret thought sleepily, then realised why: surely it was too yellow, to bright to be natural? It trickled through the blinds like liquid gold and pooled lazily on the tiled floor. Who...
"More from Professor Lucas Wainwright..."
By five o'clock on a cold winter's afternoon, the interior of St. Stephen's was warm, welcoming, and filled with any number of partially-inebriated students celebrating the imminent end of the university term. Over the muted thump of the music, voices...
"More from Professor Lucas Wainwright..."
The door opened without warning, and a sweet feminine voice said, "Professor Wainwright? I think I'm your four o'clock."Lucas looked up irritably from the pile of papers he was reviewing, then removed his spectacles and took a longer look at...
"More from Professor Lucas Wainwright..."
There was a hesitant knock at the door.Professor Lucas Wainwright swore softly, though it sounded loud in the stillness of his office. Refusing to be hurried, he finished the sentence he was writing, capped and put down his pen, and...