The smell inside Ravenrock’s cottage was that of freshly baked apples mixed with sage and the light scent of chamomile tea. Candles flickered on a wooden table that uncomfortably sat four because of the room’s small square footage. My view consumed the abode with a strong appetite. In the far-right corner sat the fireplace, its hearth filled with blazing cherry wood, snapping flames at work. The cottage looked larger than what Hindermost conceived, sharing with me. I viewed a worn sofa the color of Thanksgiving cranberries, and a matching reading chair. A bookshelf was stuffed and overflowed with hard- and paperbacks. To the far left sat a small bedroom with a single bed. I couldn’t see a bathroom but imagined it connected to the sleeping quarters. To the right of the bedroom was a tiny ro
