![]() ![]() When Stil could no longer hear the horse, he gasped for air. ![]() The mount and rider retreated, cantering after the hound in the darkness of night. The hound howled again, the noise traveling away from Stil. Stil’s lungs ached as he watched the horse paw at the ground. When the animal snorted, its nostrils flared like an ember, placing the beast and its rider three trees over. The dull thud of horse hooves pounded in the forest like a war drum. He positioned himself on a branch, held his breath and clung to the tree trunk. Branches scratched at his face, and the cold wind further chilled his wet clothes. ![]() When the hellhound howled, Stil climbed a tree. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any number whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of quotations embodied in articles and reviews. ![]()
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