There were Native American pictures on the walls and colorful woven rugs on the floors, and yet each room had unusual objects, sculptures and furnishings from other parts of the world.Pris wondered about that. Had he been to all those places?At supper she had even noticed a large bookshelf in the kitchen with a cookbook collection that touched on ethnic cooking reaching from Greece to China, Germany and dozens of other places.It was all so different, and yet oddly comforting. Especially the mountains that surrounded this quiet place in the middle of nowhere.The weather and the mountains made her feel safe, which made no sense at all. She was far away from home, and there was no place that would ever make her feel as safe and comfortable as Austria. At least that’s what she’d always believed.Still she loved sitting close to this massive fireplace and hearing the wood crackling as it filled the room with its cozy warmth.The house was simple, and yet a work of art. Vic had told her that Moon had built it.
