Despite herself and the fog that subsumed her, she cataloged the foreign land—open space and contours, possible escape routes, and the endless lurking  somethings  that wriggled in her periphery. The very walls of the fortress seemed to blink back at her like some great, slumbering beast. Indeed, the garden they strolled through rustled and twitched and  watched them both. Unseen creatures flitting through the shadows, parting only for their demon master. 