The veil embraced me, love and kindness in its own knowing. But its tender greeting didn't last, overshadowed by the roar of an approaching storm. Before I could shake my shock-a storm in the veil?-the sound of pounding hooves in the rushing wind triggered memory so instantly I gasped a breath and spun to watch the Wild Hunt swoop toward me.

Gwynn ap Nudd drew his galloping stallion to a halt, the swirling black clouds that hid the rest of the ...