Bound (A Faery Story 1)

was an early morning mist floating off the river giving everything a

hazy, soft feel. Standing gracefully in the shallow water was the most

elegant horse Meg had ever seen. It was pure white and gave off a

sheen of sweetness and innocence as it leaned down and drank.

“It’s so beautiful.” Meg spoke in hushed tones, not wanting to

scare it off.

“She’s magic, dear,” the red man explained. “She roams the forest

and aids travelers in getting to their destination.”

Meg searched her brain, trying to remember the one class she had

taken in lore. It had mostly been about the Greek and Roman gods,

but there had been a small section on Irish folklore. She might have

skipped that day. Her penchant for urban fantasy and romance novels

were the only reason she knew what a sidhe was. Now she wished

Laurell K. Hamilton had covered faery horses in her books.

“She’ll take me to Beck?”

There was an odd light in the red man’s eyes. “Yes, dearie. She’ll

take you to your husband.” He noted her hesitation and shrugged. “Or

you can walk aimlessly through the woods and never find him. These

woods are enchanted. If you don’t know your way around them, you

could be lost forever. Your husband will wander the woods, seeking

you. It happens all the time.”

The red man looked like he couldn’t care less what she did. Meg

frowned. Time was running out. She had decided to take a chance on

Beck, so it only followed she could take another. “All right. How do I

get back to him?”

Bound

The red man was already retreating. “She will tell you.” Meg

turned, and the red man was completely gone. His voice still echoed

through the trees. “Just let her lead you home.”