Hal Carson is not a happy man right now ( Read more... )

Gabriel was going to work late, he said; no need to wait up ( Read more... )

Regan's silent, as they step through the door from Milliways into the still-deserted sidestreet ( Read more... )

It's an unfamiliar bed. Comfortable, oh yes; more comfortable than any hotel room she's been in, for all that the amenities are modest. The room is lovely, spare and well-appointed, and she doesn't want to ask how the dresser contained pyjamas exactly in their sizes. The bed is soft, thick-pillowed, covered in soft sheets and a thick down ( Read more... )

Regan's been doing a lot of thinking, these past few days.

About the things that are easy to think about. Strategy, political maneuvers, her role and Gabriel's in laying ground work. It's a time for change, her husband said; directed change, with new hands to guide it.

About things she doesn't want to think about. Simon. River. The gŏushĭ ( Read more... )