brooks crossed his arms and leaned back . a sharp burn spread down out of luther 's stomach and into his legs . i do n't even know how i got here . the crisp winter mornings can be incredibly cold . and the cottage would be made of river-rock , you know tumbled boulders . '' he 's no lowly spirit who can be driven off with holy water and hail marys . my hands rested on the tree as i continued to search the woods . 