Williams Park sat on the tip of a small, secluded peninsula off the mainland. A white, three-rail wooden fence bordered the thirty-plus-acre property. A scattering of lamp posts lit an empty parking lot and three small buildings at the visitor center. The structures surrounded an open square and a fountain topped with a bronze statue. Paved paths ran off in several directions, across open fields of grass, bushes, and trees, past a playground and a large recreation field. A line of tall trees ran around the southern perimeter of the peninsula along the waterfront.
—Book 2, When Wolves Come Calling, Chapter 43 – A Walk in the Park