THE FRONT
The supposed Wayfare Hotel took up an entire corner. At four stories, it loomed over its neighbors, and its gloomy colors stuck out from the other houses' like an ink blot. Asymmetrical wings and bays extended in what seemed like every direction. The steep, ominous roofline was a jumble of gables, rounded parapets, and tall brick chimneys.
-A World Apart (Book #1)
The stairs led up to a wide stone landing. To the left, a massive portico wrapped around the side of the house. Directly ahead, a small, aged brass plaque was mounted next to the front door. MacMillian drew closer and squinted at the raised letters.
THE WAYFARE HOTEL FOR RESTLESS SPIRITS
-A World Apart (Book #1)
The stairs led up to a wide stone landing. To the left, a massive portico wrapped around the side of the house. Directly ahead, a small, aged brass plaque was mounted next to the front door. MacMillian drew closer and squinted at the raised letters.
THE WAYFARE HOTEL FOR RESTLESS SPIRITS
-A World Apart (Book #1)
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