Night Mare Quotes

“In the never nowhere,'" I read, "'there lived a horse called the Night Mare. Her black coat was sleek as oil, her hooves forged from obsidian. No one knew from what realm she came— or if she came from a realm at all. It was rumored she belonged only to the night, which spans all realms, linking them all yet belonging to none. In this in-between existence, the Night Mare alone had the ability to harness Night Magic, the strongest magic of all.'"
Out of the corner of my eye, the room's light takes on a rich golden hue, growing so intense that I have to squeeze my eyes shut against the brilliance.
Luna gasps softly. My father murmurs something under his breath, full of awe. The golden light warms my fabric skin, and I dare to open my eyes.
When I do, I feel the world shift.
A creature stands in my house, straight out of the Grimoriel's ruffled pages. A black horse— no, not just black. Her coat is the deep velvet of a moonless night sky, yet golden strands wink and glow softly. Her mane flows as if caught in an invisible breeze. Her dark eyes are large, deep, ancient. And somehow gentle.”
― Megan Shepherd, Shadow over the Pumpkin Queen