Literature

Susan’s mind was racing-Ensei Tankado wrote a program that creates unbreakable codes! She could barely grasp the thought.”Digital Fortress,” Strathmore said. “That’s what he’s calling it. It’s the ultimate counterintelligence…

Although Ensei Tankado was not alive during the Second World War, he carefully studied everything about it-particularly about its culminating event, the blast in which 100,000 of his countrymen where…

“Where is everyone?” Susan wondered as she crossed the deserted Crypto floor. Some emergency.Although most NSA departments were fully staffed seven days a week, Crypto was generally quiet on Saturdays….

The crypto door beeped once, waking Susan from her depressing reverie. The door had rotated past its fully open position and would be closed again in five seconds, having made…

Susan’s Volvo sedan rolled to a stop in the shadow of the ten-foot-high, barbed Cyclone fence. A young guard placed his hand on the roof.”ID, please.” Susan obliged and settled…

Thirty thousand feet above a dead-calm ocean, David Becker stared miserably from the Learjet 60’s small, oval window. He’d been told the phone on board was out of order, and…

They were in the smoky mountains at their favorite bed-and-breakfast. David was smiling down at her. “What do you say, gorgeous? Marry me?”Looking up from their canopy bed, she knew…

Plaza De Espana, Seville, Spain, 11:00 A.M.It is said that in death, all things become clear; Ensei Tankado now knew it was true. As he clutched his chest and fell…

Can’t sleep?”Jack looked up from where he was still sitting in his uncle’s study. Thomas was standing in the doorway. “No,” he said. Thomas walked in. “Nor I.” Jack held…

Outside the carriage, the atmosphere was considerably less tense. The three men remained on horseback, never quite in a line. Every now and then one of them would increase his…

The drive to Butlersbridge was everything Jack remembered. The trees, the birds, the precise shade of green as the wind ruffled the grass…These were the sights and sounds of his…

Three minutes,” Jack said, the moment he pulled the door shut. Because truly, he did not think he could last any longer than that. Not when she was dressed in…

Five days later, at seaThis was not the first time Jack had crossed the Irish Sea. It was not even the second or the third. He wondered if the unease…

Jack did not sleep well that night, which left him irritable and out of sorts, so he dispensed with breakfast, where he was sure to run into persons with whom…

In his wanderings at Belgrave, Jack had, during a rainstorm that had trapped him indoors, managed to locate a collection of books devoted to art. It had not been easy;…

After five years at Belgrave, Grace had become, if not accustomed, then at least aware of just what could be accomplished with a bit of prestige and a great deal…

Grace let Amelia set the pace, and as soon as they were across the room, Amelia began whispering urgently about the events of the morning, and then about Thomas having…

Jack did (eventually) find his bedchamber, but even though he knew he’d likely still have been happily asleep if he hadn’t been determined to join Grace at breakfast, when he…

What Jack saw took his breath away.”No one comes here but me,” Grace said softly. “I don’t know why.” The light, the ripple through the air as the sun slid…

Jack’s usual response when delivered unpleasant tidings was to smile. This was his response to pleasant news as well, of course, but anyone could grin when offered a compliment. It…