A cool breeze brushed Daniel’s face and with it a lingering layer of salt. Even with months of experience he did not find dining out doors near the sea to be nearly as enjoyable as Freya and her mother did.

“Ah, one of my employees feels we should publish her latest book. I’m not sure of the merits yet.” Daniel explained. His wife’s recommendation did go a long way toward swaying some of his reservations. Perhaps enticing more lady readers was a good thing, something for them to spend their allowances on rather than housekeeping books and the such.