The Wild Hunt Author:Jill Tattersall The Nightmare began again for me. — But this time, when I forced myself awake, the nightmare was still with me. — In the watery moonlight a shadowy figure stood at my bedside, the figure of a man with antlers on his head. He leaned towards me, a heap of some dark stuff between his hands, and I swa the gleam of his eyes behind his mask before I clo... more »sed my own in terror and screamed. ...When I dared to open my eyes I was alone.
But not for long.
Whoever had wanted to be rid of me would return. I was certain.
And since I wouldn't be frightened off, I would be murdered.« less