Chapter Thirty-Five
The boy was scared. The world in fragile white around him, angular and sharp, like an egg-shell about to c***k at any moment.
The boy was sitting in the snow but didn’t feel the cold. His body felt hot, ready for flight. His heart thumped in his chest. Cata-clop cata-clop… The sound of hooves behind him was unmistakable. He couldn’t turn his head. Instead, he sensed a bolt of coldness zipping down his back. It was at that moment that he felt himself carried away by a tumultuous river, a gushing whirl.
The imposing head of a magnificent horse, dark with a halo of light around it, appeared above him. The eyes were like cherry wood polished to glass, its ears cupped forward, its nose flaring, its breath like a fog of gold-dust in an enchanted wood.
The horse spoke to t
