Maurice was displeased to find himself as sore about the tussle as he was so he gripped the backpack straps a little tighter and looked straight ahead.
Briars coated the ground like a brown rolling fog and the vampire had to step high to avoid getting his jeans caught. Occasionally an old glass bottle would burst beneath their feet or the scratching of leaf litter on tin could be heard. And as it had been back at the pond, the sounds of wildlife seemed do be distant--as if they were heard from outside a large bubble that had formed around them.
A strange god was in their wood.
Finally a new shape emerged from the woods--high and circular. For a moment, in the gloom, it looked like some primitive, otherworldly gate. But it was just an old hay feeder turned up on its side. A couple of trees no bigger around than Heather's human wrist grew up between the rungs and anchored it in place.
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Briars coated the ground like a brown rolling fog and the vampire had to step high to avoid getting his jeans caught. Occasionally an old glass bottle would burst beneath their feet or the scratching of leaf litter on tin could be heard. And as it had been back at the pond, the sounds of wildlife seemed do be distant--as if they were heard from outside a large bubble that had formed around them.
A strange god was in their wood.
Finally a new shape emerged from the woods--high and circular. For a moment, in the gloom, it looked like some primitive, otherworldly gate. But it was just an old hay feeder turned up on its side. A couple of trees no bigger around than Heather's human wrist grew up between the rungs and anchored it in place.