Bettina had thought to only stay in the house for as long as it took her to find an apartment in the city. She was given one of the nooks to make her own--a small space under a staircase that opened up into a hidden room twice the size of her bedroom at home.
... She felt welcomed and blessed.
The one week turned into a month. Adelita had been right. The artists were delighted to have her in residence, constantly vying for her time in their studios. They were good company, as were the writers who only emerged from their quarters at odd times for meals or a sudden need to hear a human voice."
- Forests of the Heart, Charles de Lint
This is my second de Lint, having read Someplace To Be Flying two months ago, and it's making me think that I need to read all of his books. This one is just as warm and cozy as Flying was, featuring an equally interesting a rag tag group of people, as well as incorporating myths and tales from all over the world into one coherent story. It's perfect to curl up with when the weather is bleak and cold outside.