Daggers in the Dark Augustus and Titania entered the room they had rented for the evening. It wasn’t terribly large, or particularly ornate. A dresser with an oval mirror attached on the top, a bed (Titania had wanted a king-size bed, but the largest they had was a queen), a filled oil lamp sitting on a small nightstand beside the bed, a few pegs along the wall for hanging cloaks, coats, or the like (Titania’s elegant clo...
I woke alone in bed with the smell of coffee wafting into the room. I started to rise when Pam walked into the room, carrying a tray with two cups of coffee and croissants. “Back in bed, you gorgeous hunk of man,” she said, smiling at me. “We’re having breakfast in bed this morning, and you are part of the meal.” “Now what did I do to deserve this? All that beauty and to gild the cherry, domesticity?” “How do you take you...
