Donald Robertson: Books Novels & Stories

Years ago, Donald had envied Robert's thriving business, his devoted wife, and the family he had built. Life had been too smooth for Robert. So, Donald traveled to the countryside, found a child, and switched us out. Only by watching his own nephew suffer out there did he feel a little better.

"Personal?" "Yes," Robert laughed, "she was quite a bookworm, you mother. In fact, I do believe she even stored some photo albums here too if I could just… Ah! Here we go." Robert handed the books to me. ###

“Except for the new Nesmir Christie book, they did.” “Darn it, that book is the one we need to boost our new membership drive.” Her boss sounded aggrieved. “We did get the new books by Devlin Geris and John Rood.” She held up a copy each of the two writers whom she considered among the best in the business. “Hm, I suppose those will have to do.” Hamby shrugged indifferently. “We could get them to do a reading here at the library...” Doris looked at her boss expectantly. “Or at least one of them, John Rood maybe... ”

"My mom likes the Padres." "San Diego girl." He nodded seriously. "Respectable franchise. Inconsistent but respectable." He tapped the book against his knee. "You like reading. Knox mentioned it." I looked at Knox again. Knox was studying the ceiling with intense focus. "I do," I said. "What are you reading right now?" "I'm writing, actually. A fantasy novel." Both of Robert's eyebrows went up this time. "A real one?" "A real one. It's about a librarian who rides dragons."