A Hunt So Wild and Cruel (Mythic Holidays, #1)

by Rebecca F. Kenney

We are three riders of the Wild Hunt—ghosts of Fae warriors, sent to you by the mercy of the god-stars, to grant you a chance for redemption.

“Just because the other side would do the same doesn’t mean your actions are right.”

“Sometimes I think we draw the lines too sharply between Seelie and Unseelie, between right and wrong, good and bad. I am something between or beyond the two.”

Between grief and glee, Between need and greed, Between me and my enemy, Lies the truth. Between blindness and sight, Between morning and night, Between health and blight, Lies the center. Between truth and inference, Between same and difference, Between sneer and reverence, Lies the truth. Between hate and obsession, Between want and possession, Between answer and question, Lies the center.

Wealth and power are not meant to endure, but to evolve. They should flow downward from hand to hand, seeking out those most in need of resources and agency.

“You feel how you feel,” he says simply. “No one can tell you otherwise. You can pretend, but your emotions remain what they are. They have reasons and value, and they require no explanation or justification to anyone.”

forgiveness should never be a condition of doing the right thing.”

I have to remind myself that some people will never be pleased—they will always demand that they be provided with something more or different than what’s available.