And in the afternoon they entered a land - but such a land! A land hung in mourning, darkened by gigantic cypresses, submerged; a land of reptiles, silence, shadow, decay.
Pens?" Chase echoed. Bridget rolled her eyes. "Pens are by far more stimulating than most people. " "I'm kind of wondering what you're going with those pens," Chase said Madison scrunched up her nose. "Get your mind out of the gutter. " "My mind is always in the gutter around you.