The tales which returned from that haunted land have fed nightmares in Tolnedra for over three millennia.

It was not I. This is a haunted land.

Raf shied away from the thought of spending the night in this haunted land.

No food for Elves or Men was there in that haunted land, but death only.

We did not use mind touch because this was a haunted land.

And now having discovered all these things I wish to be gone from this haunted land.

There was so close a tie between her race and Escore that they could not go out of that haunted land.

This seemed to him a haunted land.

To blunder across this haunted land, I thought, was the plan of a madman.

"What passes now in this haunted land of thine, old man?"