Clangs His Funeral Bell for threerings
After what seemed like many hours, the gentleman danced Stephen into a tall, thronelike chair and pushed a silver goblet of bitter wine into his hand.
Harriet Vane and the Library at Hurtfew.
“–be ruined and become houses where the stones are mortared with moonlight, windowed with starlight and furnished with the dusty wind.” – Maria Absalom.
All ruined buildings belong to the Raven King. Of ruined houses, a kindled hearth builds a home.