Chapter 4: In Which Hoyle Is Made Very Uncomfortable“There,” Ada said, flinging her arm triumphantly out towards the canyon. “Isn’t that pretty?”
It was. The viewing area was just at the top of a cliff, and parrots flew back and forth in the trees below. This shocked Hoyle slightly: it had never really occurred to him that there were such things as parrots that weren’t in cages. Their colors showed bright against the dull green of the leaves, and they screeched as they fluttered among the branches. Through the noise, he could just hear the sound of the shirtless, paint-smeared guy up who sat on the sidewalk near the tour buses and played an odd, droning tone on a hollow log.
In the middle distance, three gnarled sandstone pillars rose from a spur that jutted into the canyon. They glowed
