Status Updates From The Green Stone

If your name is Heather Garland and you ramble on the moors by horseback and your regular walking route regularly takes you through a picturesque stone circle, you can't be surprised in the least to hear a ghostly stampede of phantom horses every now and then.

I bet there are Fleetwood-Mac-video shenanigans bursting out spontaneously around her wherever she goes.

'When told, the man was very concerned. The dagger was a burin, a witchcraft knife used for carving effigies of potential victims.'

Well, a) that's a new one on me, and b) where do they find the occult experts in these books? They always go from zero to Obscure Sinister Lore in ten seconds flat, no matter how generic the object.

This time is especially daft: the 'expert' doesn't even see it.