The High House — James Stoddard

"The High House, Evenmere, which lifts its gabled roofs among tall hills overlooking a country of ivy and hawthorn and blackberries sweet but small as the end of a child's finger, has seldom been seen by ordinary men. Those who come here do so not by chance, and those who dwell here abide long within its dark halls... seldom venturing down the twisting road to the habitations of men...."