ravenclawboys:

Depending on where you began the story, it was about this place: the long stretch of mountain that had straddled a particularly potent segment of the ley line. Months before, it had been Cabeswater, populated by dreams, blooming with magic.

Now it was merely an ordinary Virginia forest, green thorns and soft sycamores and oaks and pine trees, everything slender from the effort of growing through rock.