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The Architect of Freedom
The speech was delivered on a Tuesday in the autumn of 1923, in a hall that smelled of wet wool...
The Green Light Summer
I did not come to Long Island to write a novel. I came because my aunt Beatrice had an extra room...
The Iron Alchemist
Act I
Arthur Blake's hands were the best part of him. That was what he told himself at least,...
The Shadow Protocol
I
The rain in Los Angeles does not clean anything. It just makes the grime slicker, makes the...
The House at Blackwater Creek
ACT I
The bees were the first thing Thomas noticed. Not the heat, not the silence, not the...