An icy wind swept in from the sea, whipping the capes of Donovan's suit, and numbed his cheeks as he climbed the winding path from the beach to his home on the top of the cliffs at the full moon pack houses

Afternoon mist swirled around the base of his immense house, curling upward along the grey stone walls. The crenellated walls of the twenty-first-century keep soared toward the grey sky in odd harmony with the gables and

chimneys of the manor house grafted to its ancient stones.

It was hardly a beautiful house, Donovan thought as he walked toward the rambling pile of stones. And the restoration of its...