You are walking alone through a wood ...

... it is late and getting dark. You get the feeling that you are being followed. You stop, turn, and see nothing. You walk on, but then realise that something is behind you. You spin around and come face to face with a solid wooden monk. You back up and fall in panic then scramble to your feet and find that the monk has gone. Would you go back the next evening?

And so it is in my latest novel that is now drawing to completion.

This is definitely better viewed in large!