This large body of water is studded all over with islands of every form and size, on some of which are quaint old castles, mysterious ruins, and thick woods, haunted only by those rovers of the sky, the eagle and the hawk.
"Due North or Glimpses of Scandinavia and Russia"
Maturin M. Ballou
Must all my pretty castles come tumbling down, then?
"The Mystery of the Locks"
Edgar Watson Howe
Things stood out-castles, a hill, trees, running water, a shining road-and behind them there was darkness and mystery.
"Fortitude"
Hugh Walpole