Sidni Şeldon

resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

She trawled her memory banks for an appropriate word. Forthright … pithy …

had a swastika tattooed on his forehead, so obvious were his prejudices.

He could see the shadows of the giant birds all around him, moving in for the kill

his eyelids were stuck together.

be okay, my darling. Have faith, Gracie. It will all be okay.’ Walking into court this morning, arm in arm with her attorney, Grace Brookstein had felt the crowd’s hatred, hundreds of pairs of eyes burning a hole in her back. She had heard the catcalls. Bitch. Liar. Thief.  But she held on to her inner peace, to Lenny’s voice inside her head. It will all be okay. Have faith.

‘I must say, I was pleased you went for such a traditional wedding,’ observed Gunther, from the driver’s seat. ‘Something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue.’ ‘We did?’ Tracy and Jeff exchanged puzzled glances. ‘Why yes.’ Gunther smiled. ‘Tracy used the “barred winner” scam on Pierpont. Where she had the winning ticket – in this case the land ripe