Wondrous Strange by Lesley Livingston

Author:Lesley Livingston
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Actresses, Love & Romance, Actors and actresses, Action & Adventure, Fantasy, Juvenile Fiction, Fairies, General, Science Fiction, Magic, Fairy Tales & Folklore, Fiction
ISBN: 9780061575372
Publisher: HarperTeen
Published: 2009-04-15T04:00:00+00:00

XXII

“H erne was a mortal. A prince in the world of a very long time ago….”

Sonny’s voice echoing all around, Kelley bent low over her mount’s neck as the horse pounded through the trees and out into a wide-open clearing in the forest. As their horses cantered to a stop, she saw that they had become part of a hunting party, magnificently dressed and richly outfitted.

Kelley felt the rustle of silk and, looking down, saw that she was clothed in a russet gown that draped behind her, trailing over her horse’s back. The hems of her sleeves and skirt were heavy with gold-hued seed pearls and amber. She looked over her shoulder—her hair was dressed with gossamer veils. At her side, Sonny was clothed in a flowing, laced shirt and supple leather breeches and boots. Silver flashed at his throat and wrists as he leaned from his saddle, reaching for the reins of her horse. He pulled them both to a stop at the fringes of the hunting party.

The rest of the hunters dismounted amid much laughter and merriment. Kelley stared in open amazement at them, realizing with a start that they were not human. Like clouds of brilliant butterflies, they shimmered and shone in the dappled sunlight. Some even bore the delicate traces of jewel-bright wings unfurling behind them.

Sonny chuckled at her expression as he swung a leg over his mount’s flank and dropped lightly to the ground. He reached up to help Kelley do the same, steadying her as her feet touched down on the mossy sward. She looked up into Sonny’s eyes and saw the wonder in her own reflected back at her.

“How…,” she began, but turned at the sound of deep, booming laughter. It came from a tall, handsome man clothed in deep green and bearing the horns of a king stag on his bright helmet.

“That is Herne the Hunter,” Sonny murmured in a low voice shaded with reverence. “The Faerie Folk call him the Horned One.”

“I thought you said Herne was mortal,” Kelley whispered back.

“He is…at least, he was. At this point in his life.”

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