This was such a weird read. The language is strange, and difficult to comprehend, but the story is very interesting. I picked up this book when i was 14, when English was a foreign language to me, from which I learned bizarre new words like "nosegay", "venison" and "starveling". There was something ultra special about this novella that I carefully wrapped the hard cover with a sleeve. I don't remember what it was, other than that I struck gold with this random pick at the now-defunct bookshop at Sarawak Plaza. It has been 21 years since then, and I want to read it again, now that English is no longer that much of an issue with me. Problem is the book is tucked somewhere between other ancient tomes in our family home, collecting dust and probably possessed by a wild spirit.