Along Route 116 where the state road weaved its way through the backwoods of Massachusetts was the lane leading to Ravenwood. It was easy to miss. The only travelers in that area were either lost or looking for the old Europeanesque inn. The only people who traveled west of Ravenwood were the people who had grown up there. They knew the woods, feared the creatures who dwelled there, but they respected them. They had made friends with the woods for it were the trees who wouldn't let you leave.
This is a collection of short stories taking place around a central theme: Ravenwood. Each chapter is its own story. The locations remain fairly constant, and some of the characters do make reappearances. It is not a novel, nor is it meant to read like one.