Living in Manhattan means having every possible food on the tip of your taste buds. You just step out the door, go a few blocks and whatever your heart desires you’ll find. As an editor I meet with agents, other publishers and authors fairly regularly and most of these meetings take place over lunch. As an author I get in a few more. I decided a while back to take these opportunities to try new restaurants and new foods each time, in part for the sheer joy of it, and in part as research for dating. It’s definitely been hit and miss, but even the misses are interesting. A gourmand I’m not, but I’m slowly eating my way around the world via their representation in the Big Apple which in turn is giving greater impetus to get out of bed early in the mornings and go for that run in the park. There is, inevitably, a price to be paid.
PROLOGUE: A BLACK CONDOR DIPPED her featherless head and flapped her wings, straining for height. Another vulture drifted in front of her, forcing the condor to climb higher in the crowded wheel of circling birds. The condor struggled, her body weak from having little to eat over the past month. The sun had yet to… Read more »