A horse’s head appeared in her field of view and gazed at her quizzically. “Do you put me down here just so you can get a good look at me?” she said conversationally. “This is the third time.” A second horse’s head appeared, this one accompanied by Hyram, who held its rein...
“I should be going with you,” he said plaintively. “Why aren’t I going with you?” He threw the snowball as hard as he could: it splattered against a pine tree, leaving a white lump stuck to the dark bark. “Good shot,” Keltan said. “Did you picture your father’s face when y...