Lost to Earth: Book Three
The older man places his hand on my
shoulder, gently pushing me towards the massive horse: a knight's warhorse, an animal trained to
stomp and kill men caught under their iron hooves.
The horse of the cursed doppelganger was at least nineteen hands high and was pawing
the ground. Both ears were lying back, and the stallion was bearing his teeth--a demonstration of
hostility. Thank you, mom and dad, for the horseback riding lessons!
The warning is loud and clear, halting my steps, and I begin to hum a lullaby softly. The
horse's ears are now flicking back and forth, listening to the song. I take a small step forward and
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