Pestilence (The Four Horsemen, #1)

by Laura Thalassa

At that, the horseman throws his head back and laughs. I stop speaking just so that I can turn in the saddle and stare at him. Only Pestilence could outshine the sun. “Don’t tell me you tried to hurt the creatures?” he asks when his chuckles die down. “You know, that’s real precious coming from you.” He starts laughing again, and new life goal: get Pestilence to laugh more. “Did it work?” he asks. “Of course it didn’t work.” That only makes him laugh harder.