My readers devote several hours of their valuable time to reading something I have written – so how could I not love them?   But there are just a few (a very few) who really get up my nose – and they are the ones who cannot distinguish between what one of my characters says and what I, as a person, think.   Fatal Quest, the last of the Woodend books, provides a perfect example of this. Woodend is called to a crime scene, and when he discovers that the victim is half West Indian, one of the