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.
~ Clara Diane Thompson
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
