chippiemoose

The following is an excerpt from a fantasy novel I'm currently working on, telling some backstory of an albino character, Sylvie Dill. At the edge of a field sat a lonesome, tiny cottage.  Once a shepherd's shack, then abandoned, it had been lovingly restored by its new occupant, though not in an obvious way.  Old boards had not been replaced with new, but rather patched with hardened clay.  The decaying roof had been covered over with sod.  In fact, if one hadn't known of the little cottage's existence, one wouldn't have noticed it at all.  The field, abandoned with it, was overgrown with hay, wild flowers, and weeds, mostly obscuring the l