“And under the earth’ surface is another world. Sometimes a grass stem would quiver and shake when no breeze was blowing. An inhabitant of the underworld was gnawing at its roots. There beneath the grass were dark corridors and vaulted rooms, and nurseries for the blind young. It was a dangerous world, that world of grass stems and underground passages. Its inhabitants had to be as wary as deer in the hills.”
excerpts from: November Grass by Judy Van Der Veer
I’m enjoying the book, November Grass, (only 192 pages). I have to postpone reading The Pillars of the Earth.