“Most of the lands around Arton surrendered to forest quickly, but this was especially true of the eastlands. They held evergreen conifers so tall they bruised the sky. Below them algae-cracked boulders lay scattered among the sleeping moss and woody underbrush, the groundcover dense and feral. Its wildness attracted powerful and unusual creatures, and there was a general rule known to those familiar with the area, though it didn’t always help: stick to the road.”
Book:The Marrowsgate