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 saw the gleam of his eyes behind his mask before I close... more »d my own in terror and screamed. ...When I dared to open my eyes, I was alone. But not for long.« less