The Dark Huntsman: A Fantasy Romance Of The Black Court (Tales Of The Black Court Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
Logan blinked blearily at the dazzling light, pushed a knuckle into the corner of his eye and rubbed, nearly losing his seat as Solanum kicked his heels and twisted into a kicking buck. “Hey! What the hell are you doing?” Logan clamped his legs tight, slamming his fist down hard between the puca’s ears. “Shaking off portal mist.” “Well stop. Let it dissipate on its own.” He dug deep into a cloak pocket searching for any possible sunglasses leftover from before his imprisonment. Giving up, he raised his hand and blocked the glare. “What day is it?” “Don’t you ken how long we’ve been gone?” Solanum asked, ripping up another clump of Uncle Eirc’s prized flowers and chewing as he spoke. “I should, but I’m knackered to the bone.” Logan’s empty stomach lurched as they approached the cottage. “Shit. It feels like two days.” “It’s piper paying time, old son.” Solanum’s thick, black equine lips twisted into a leering grin, one tattered, white daisy hanging from the corner.
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