And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery. But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down teh green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanged As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
Samuel Taylor Coleridge, "Kubla Khan"
For Joan, No one is as interesting, nor nearly so luminous.
I was sitting in my office above the bank with my tie loose and my feet up, reading a book called Play of Double Senses: Spenser's Fairie Queene.
TV reporter Candy Sloan has eyes the color of cornflowers and legs that stretch all the way to heaven. She also has somebody threatening to rearrange her lovely face if she keeps on snooping into charges of Hollywood racketeering.
Spenser's job is to keep Candy healthy until she breaks the biggest story of her career. But her star witness has just bowed out with three bullets in his chest, two tough guys have doubled up to test Spenser's skill with his fists, and Candy is about to use her own sweet body as live bait in a deadly romantic game--a game that may cost Spenser his life.
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