" The oak protruded from the line of the forest and spread its thick, sagging arms above and around them, like a mother hen protecting her young. “Rugget will be safe here,” Peet said as he swung himself into the lower branches and reached out to help Nia up. Far above them, barely visible through the leaves, was one of Peet’s rope-and-plank bridges, dangling between the trees. “Up we go,” he said, still not looking at Podo. He pulled up everyone except for the old man, nor did he offer to help, but turned from Podo and threaded his way up through the branches to the bridge. "

― Andrew Peterson , On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness (The Wingfeather Saga, #1)