The sign was upside down, but Dortho could read it anyway.
WELCOME TO SCARYVILLE, the crooked letters declared across a slab of white stone, though the words ran from bottom to top and the final E faced backward like a bitten moon. Black cracks split the sign from end to end. Orange lanterns hung beneath it, their flames bending sideways in a wind that did not touch the trees.
Doreas woke with her cheek pressed against cold gravel.

