Sublime

Belle Moskowitz

daughter of an American industrialist, who is riding in the train.

Lord Archer looked around at the castle, then at her. His brow arched in amusement. And then he did the most unforgivable of things. He gave her a patronizing pat on the head. “That’s little Izzy Goodnight. You do love an adventure.”

Mr. S put Karloff up there with the Barrymores. The only stars in Hollywood he may have admired as much were Bogart and Fred Astaire. He had met the horror icon on a studio lot in the late forties and had been bowled over by what an English gentleman he was. Karloff’s real name was William Henry Pratt and his two great passions in life were cricket

Briefly Carleton considered the other man, of whom he’d made such a study he might have been appointed professor of Thomas Studies at the University of Essex. He knew, for example, that Thomas was a confirmed bachelor, as they say, never seen in the company of a beautiful young person or a stately older one; that he had about him the melancholy rel

Queen Aud, widow of Olaf the White, the proclaimed king of Dublin, led a navy from the Western Isles of Scotland to colonize Iceland. Hers was an extremely well-organized expedition, each longship towing another ship laden with livestock such as cattle. An English princess, Æðelflæd, “Lady of the Mercias,” was prominent enough in battle to merit ad

The weather turned suddenly colder today, but the chill in the air warmed under the sunny smile of Gloria Hendry, whose entry into the French Quarter Inn courtyard was straight out of a Bond movie. I can’t remember what colour her dress was; I only know it fitted just below her coffee-coloured skin, and when she walked part of her seemed to move in