This was a townscape raised in the teeth of cold winds from the east; a city of winding cobbled streets and haughty pillars; a city of dark nights and candlelight, and intellect.

“Chance; pure chance. But chance was a dull explanation because it denied the po…”

“Nobody enjoys being on display," said Isabel. But then she thought: Some do, an…”

“...this woman, moved by some private sorrow as much as the words being spoken, …”

“Isabel is looking at several collections of research journals. 'She would under…”