lindsey davis

  • There’s something particularly nice about when a new week falls on a new month. I can’t believe it’s May! But the calendar insists it’s true, so I’ll roll with it. April was a blur, but so was March, so I’m just going to assume that’s what it’s all going to be like from here on…

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  • “I walked home. Rome, my city, which had been until then a never-failing solace, lay before me like a woman, secretive and beautiful, demanding and rewarding, eternally seductive. For the first time in my life, I refused to be seduced.” “The Silver Pigs: A Marcus Didius Falco Mystery” by Lindsey Davis Once I finally managed…

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