The air at the edge of the Between was crisp and bit the skin. Nightmares stamped hooves and dug at the earth. Ian's fingers absently traced the faded scar across his throat, "Easy girls, the call will come soon enough."
The bright lights of the world below were a temptation to the dullahan as he wondered what it be like to walk among the busy streets with the humans. The Banshee's call brought him back to the present, his hands gripped the reigns of the black coach, "Onward mares, we've a soul to fetch."
