As soon as he had disappeared Deborah made for the trees fringing the lawn, and once in the shrouded wood felt herself safe.She walked softly along the alleyway to the pool. The late sun sent...

These three children own the summer. They know the wood as surely as they know the micro landscapes of their own grazed knees; put them down blindfolded in any dell or clearing and they could...

Oh, but you must travel through those woods again and again… said a shadow at the window… and you must be lucky to avoid the wolf every time…But the wolf… the wolf only needs enough...