CHAPTER TWENTY
The trio continued their journey through the misty island. Craggy trees and sticky bushes were all that greeted them until they had traveled a quarter mile from the crossing. A huge shadow loomed up in front of them and the mist cleared enough to reveal a two-floor home built of wood slats. The wooden boards were as dark as night and filled with knots that stared at them like eyes as they approached. The single gable had such a steep incline that it seemed to pierce the dark sky, or what little they could see of it through the fog. A huge stone chimney stuck out the left side of the steep slope and smoke billowed out, mingling with the fog to create an even darker atmosphere that blotted out the sky with deep shadows.
“Such taste. . .” Pampir muttered as the companion
