Everyone was talking about the tragic news from Queenston Heights. The Americans had crossed over the river and General Brock had been slain in the midst of a fierce battle. His valiant aide, Colonel Macdonell, was also dead. The British forces were re-grouping, reinforced by Iroquois warriors un...
The residual June heat gathered a thin layer of glistening moisture on the sidewalk and on the meagre rectangles of grass in front of houses standing shoulder to shoulder along the way. Only Yonge Street was alive at this late hour, and he hurried across it as if the gaudy lights and the night pe...
Miranda explained over dinner in a Collingwood steak-house. “It’s spelled ‘Beausoleil,’ but it’s pronounced ‘Bo-slee,’ like the nerdy factotum in Charlie’s Angels.”“He was Bawz-lee. There was a street where I lived in London called ‘Beechum’ Place, spelled ‘Beauchamp.’ But of course, Londoners de...
As they ambled through the garden, she handed him a sandwich, assuming he had forgotten to eat lunch. “Thanks,” he said. “I forgot to eat lunch.” “I’m off the case,” she said, looking at him with odd satisfaction. “And guess what, Eleanor Drummond doesn’t exist.” “She’s a very convincing illusion...