“Of rock-bound lakes an spruce-choked forests, where the air stands heavy an chill. A place of the thick dark. The deep old. The night’s black. No stars. The moon shines white an hard. My every nerve’s hummin. Hermes ain’t easy. If I gave him his head, he’d fly. But, bad as I’d like that, I hold him steady. Steady, always steady. We got a long ways yet to go. His hoofs drum the ground. The sound falls dull. Muffled. Somewhere in the distance, far, far away, I think I hear the beat of dru...ms. Or do I? Hard to tell. Then nuthin. Gone. Stoneheart country like this conjures up bogeys in a person’s mind. The Wraithway. Wrecker ghosts. Travellers who set off but never arrive. I know all about ghosts now. Unquiet spirits. They don’t hold no fears fer me. I reach fer the heartstone around my neck an I think . . . I think about Jack. Of how it’ll be when I see him agin. When he’s holdin me tight an I’m holdin him tighter an the heartstone’s burnin my skin.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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