Read the passage bellow and describe the mood. “Today is the Ritual of Purity. The thought nervously circles in my head as I hurry toward the bar, gathering my cloak to ward off the cold. It’s early morning, and the sun hasn’t begun its climb above the snow-dusted trees encircling our small farmhouse. Shadows gather in the darkness, crowding the weak pool of light cast by my lamp. An ominous tingling builds under my skin. It’s almost as if there’s something there, at the edge of my vision…”

Excerpt from "The Gilded Ones" by Namina Forna