“Prince John’s rodents!” Watching intently as they passed through a peaceful village of straw-thatched cottages, rode beyond the gnarled old oak, then splashed through a swollen stream, she didn’t even have to guess where they were headed. “De Bron’...
Since she was a child she'd heard tales of mermaids and sea people, water horses and water bulls that enticed unwary travelers. Nuckelavee. Glastig. Were these creatures even now lying in wait to snatch the boat as it bounced on the waves? In consternation, she expressed her fears to Darach, the...