Chapter 139

• Dusk was already creeping in, veiling a sky of icy pearl with delicate wisps of grey and pink and the palest of greens.
• Jenny found herself holding her breath as they started across the causeway, almost expecting the island to retreat before them like some mirage.
• They were nearly halfway across when a slight change in the lie of the land brought into view the twelfth-century castle. Its towers and battlements silhouetted against the sky, it seemed to be part of the craggy outcrop of rock on which it stood.