Bunnyman Bridge Novels & Stories

Aislen thought that she could see the dust of the bricks drifting down under the pressure of the wind. It was a double laned bridge, without safety rails, designed for trains, to breeze across, not for cars and Utes with their rubber wheels to straddle or drive over the slick surface of the metal tracks in the rain and wind. “Stay to the middle,” Heath said under his breath. “We’ve done this before, the other night.” “Why is it scarier now?” Cameron wondered.

Already sensing her dissension, he sidled sideways to pull the ropes taut, as she resisted being led. Zierno sent several of his warriors to clear a path for them in the bailey. He could hear them shouting for citizens to clear the way. Move the booths and form a pathway. When Lucas signalled they were ready, with the hand not cradling his face, the bridge began lowering. They crossed the moat slowly, their heavy hooves clunking across creaking wood. He could see the mare’s muscles rippling beneath her sparkling white sheen of hair. Ready to bolt any moment.