It wasn’t like high school where you were clearly in geometry or calculus class. He realized early on that he was going to have to be flexible and jump from discipline to discipline to reach the solution. The buzzer on his door sounded. The nasal blare broke his train of thought and he lost the t...
It was a four-story sandstone building that wore its age like a dowager wears jewels and dignity. There was no elevator, just worn stone stairs. The mullioned windows held thick glass, and magnificent carpets covered the floors. On one wood-paneled wall there was a fireplace with a hood of beaten...
Madoc said as he continued in rapt contemplation of the delicate Japanese painting of cranes in a snowy landscape. They were in the Freer and Sackler Galleries at the Smithsonian Institution. Despite Madoc’s mild, almost plaintive tone, Rhiana took a step back and to the side so she was standing ...