Matthew

“It was cold, it was freezing, actually; my breath formed white clouds as I stood on the snow-covered doorstep and clapped my hands. I set off to crunch through the icy crust covering the courtyard. Icicles hung from rooftops, frost sparkled over dark grey slates under a crisp blue sky, the sun shone and all felt well with the world. Admittedly, there were a couple of corpses in the Kirk, and I was now apparently being haunted, not to mention the missing skull and the creepy curse; but apart from all that, it felt marvellous to be out in the fresh air.”
― Karen Baugh Menuhin, The Curse of Braeburn Castle