“He was waiting there for her beside the pool - a great black horse with shoulders like polished ebony and the water still streaming from his mane and tail. Morag stood and looked at him for a long moment. The… — Mollie Hunter Copy Share
“He was waiting there for her beside the pool - a great black horse with shoulders like polished ebony and the water still streaming from his mane and tail. Morag stood and looked at him for a long moment. The great horse looked at her and never moved. “Will you trust me?” he had asked her the evening before, and… — Mollie Hunter Copy Share
“No mortal ear could have heard the kelpie passing through the night, for the great black hooves of it were as soundless in their… — Mollie Hunter Copy Share Image
