Night Of The Dark Horse (An Allegra Fairweather Mystery) - Plot & Excerpts
Its clients tended not to travel by car. Their preferred methods of transportation were riding unicorns or flying with their own wings. Since I could do neither, I left my car beside the road and headed into the hills on foot. These weren’t the same hills where I’d found the pooka’s cave. They were more remote, the vegetation wild and tangled, the shadows deeper. You could feel the magic and other strange things invisible to the human eye. One of those things was the day spa. If you didn’t know it was there, you’d walk right past. Luckily, my itching toe informed me when I got close. I looked out for the rock shaped like a four-leaf clover. Then I wandered around until I literally bumped into the invisible door. Elves liked to hang out on the edge of Fairyland. Well, most creatures, including humans, would if they knew where it was. Fairy energy is very pure and healing—I’m talking pureblood Fae, not crude—and elves, like leprechauns, are crude-fairies.
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