Twisted Night: Chapter 4
He stepped in slowly as a slight tingle went up his spine, eyes staring at the dark grey pots and pans that hung on nails from the walls. the sensation spread to the base of his skull, the heat around him vanishing.
A Chronicle of Lies - Chapter 17: Captured
Pieces of colored fabric hung from nails that were hammered into various places along their circumference. written on them was the unintelligible falian script.