Apple Tree Inn, the nightly gathering place of all Winslow residents, and in many ways the core of the town's happiness, always had a warm fire crackling on the hearth and was known for its good cider and company.

She told herself there had been nothing outside, nothing peering in at her from the darkness. Nothing at all.

Light, show yourself pure and strong,Save a man from evil's throng,Take a form, small and white,Give this girl the strength to fight.

Losing someone close to you is more haunting than a life of cursed solitude.~The Moon Master