The White Apple
Publisher Description
The lights were dimmed, but it seemed as though there was no reason for them to be on at all. A cornucopia of candles was all that was required, their flickering beams forming a curious interplay with the little electric lighting that was available. The soft golden orange of the walls blended with the fire that illuminated them, forming a cozy canopy for the solid oak table that resided in the centre of the room.