Excerpt Chapter Thirty-Seven

      Breaking out, shedding the frosty luminescence of cloud cover, the circular moon cast its blue-green light over the impassive face of the Bristol House. Near the weighty presence of the dwelling, Heather stood in the garden, feeling at one with the moon and its aloneness, finding its soft glow comforting, the wicked twist of trees attractive, and the impenetrable shadows inviting. The air had cooled, and despite the parting of clouds, a light sprinkle had begun to fall.