My Diary From The Edge Of The World - Plot & Excerpts
There were whistles lodged in the crevices of trees that made low moaning noises as we passed, and all sorts of dangling symbols made of twigs. I couldn’t decide whether it was all enchanting or eerie, and decided it was both. “Not much farther,” Dad said, getting visibly more tense. We stumbled along under a thick shelter of trees until, all of a sudden, we emerged into a clearing, and the Crow’s Nest came into view. It was an astonishing sight—resting on enormous boulders at the peak of the mountain, made of dark logs and planks of wood, and lit up brightly from inside by firelight. It looked half wild and half civilized, sort of crooked to one side, old and breathtaking, with attachments and additions veering off this way and that and poking over the sides of the boulders and low cliffs. There was one high room built up to the left side and one low porch to the right that did make the whole thing resemble the shape of a crow—with the highest point being the head and the lowest being the tail.
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