There was certainly something awe-inspiring about the place, the bright sun notwithstanding.

It seemed to lie beneath a spell.

She wondered if she would come across any bits of wreckage, and suppressed a shudder.

The Gothic archway looked very dark and vault-like from where she stood.

Should she, after all, go any nearer?
Should she wait till Cinders would deign to accompany her?
The tide was undoubtedly rising.