“The spicy sweet fragrance of the large full blooms, which rambled over the side and top of an arched metal framework, welcomed them as they walked beneath them. Shafts of sunlight pierced the canop...”

“There is always stardust in my eyes when I look at you, my love.”

“Alexandra took the rose and lifted it to her face. The fragrance was intoxicating and the soft petals tickled her lips, as they must have done Benedicts. It was as if he had kissed her. A shiver of...”

“Forgery, being the weirdest form of creativity there is, like antiques, costs lives. Why is it that antiques demand sacrificial victims? Dunno, but if they don't get enough, forgery does. You want ...”

“She loved old things. The brown-brick place was a survivor of the 1907 earthquake and fire, and proudly bore a plaque from the historical society. The building had a haunted history- it was the sit...”

“What is the sweetness of flowers compared to the savour of dust and confinement?”

“If consciousness is currency, I've got me a goldmine!”

“Behind every drama is a good story...behind every tear is the person who wrote it.”