On the Moors

Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones

What made it all the scarier was that the castle did not stay in the same place. Sometimes it was a tall black smudge on the moors to the northwest, sometimes it reared above the rocks to the east, and sometimes it came right downhill to sit in the heather only just beyond the last farm to the north. You could see it actually moving sometimes, with smoke pouring out from the turrets in dirty gray gusts.

Howl’s Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones

Rook

Door to the Lost by Jaleigh Johnson

One of the first things she’d learned upon her arrival in this world was that the children of Talhaven didn’t have white hair. If she wanted to blend in, she needed to change hers. The color she’d chosen—black with just that hint of white—reminded her of a rook, a common crow. That was how she’d come up with her name, since she didn’t remember her real one.

The Door to the Lost by Jaleigh Johnson