Excerpt from book one of my Singing Fountain Trilogy

The kitchen door exited onto a small courtyard enclosed on either side by ivy covered, stone walls. Two long, wooden benches and a table stood in the center and a bronze boar's head was embedded in the tower wall. From the courtyard, Diane strolled a gravel pathway around the tower by the oak grove, inhaling the earth brown scent of decaying leaves and wild mushrooms after a light rain. She heard faint, foreign voices, the distant whistle of the ferryboat on the river and was filled with a sense of belonging.