Sara Sheridan

Kindness was too painful. It had been a long time since he had had to endure it.

At length, when I considered it, I realized that the best of my actions were small things. Picking flowers and cooking food for my mother when she had been unwell, spending an afternoon with the children, sending money to my sister or kissing Henry__ tiny head as he slept in the nursery before I left. I thought of every detail and afterwards I felt better. Hellfire and brimstone have never appealed to me and I admit I become easily confused thinking of right and wrong. But I do understand kindness.

I'm in my 40s and I'm constantly surprised by how much my childhood still plays a part in my life.

Didn__ young people care what the generation before them had achieved? And if not, why had everyone gone through those grim difficult wartime years?

It was nearly ten years since the peace though her memories of the war still felt fresh.

Nothing is long ago in an archive, my dear. In the records we treat the dead as same as the living.__hat__ the whole point of keeping papers. It doesn__ matter if it__ a hundred years or only a few weeks. It__ all filed away, fresh as the day it went under the covers.

Most fellas like the races, though, Miss. It__ only human nature

I didn't expect to love being online as much as I do. I've met some wonderful people and discovered that however arcane some of my interests that there are people out there who are interested too.

The curve of my waist in a tight fitting summer dress can really make me new friends.

Like good reading skills, good writing skills require immersion and imaginative engagement.

A paucity of material can open up just as many possibilities.

I spend a lot of time imagining things - in fact, you could say that imagining things is my job.

Grabbing readers by the imagination is a writer's job.

Vesta was so good with paperwork _ you could hand her a file of drab, seemingly dull information and she__ construct a story from it worthy of a novel._

I pride myself on making my own decisions, sir," she said. "I do not welcome gentlemen making them for me.

If you've been hurt and you've grieved and you've been through the mill, it takes a long time to get over it.

Jack had been the love of her life and he was gone. It seemed now that there had never been bad times, though she knew that wasn__ true._

You can__ trust anyone you have to pay, and really, they can__ trust you.