“The mountains above them came more and more into view. They were black misshapen heaves of the earth’s volcanic crust forced skyward, jutting and cracked and forbidding. They seemed lifeless as a moonscape, though seemingly filled with a dark living wonder that made them seem they would start to breathe at any moment. They offered no welcome, even as they seemed luring and magnetic in their presence. As if they held secrets beyond care or revelation, though beckoning and unforgettable. Bewitchment filled the cold desert air.”