“Rising up into the air, they took to the sky and flew. From west and beyond west, into the wind and through it, they came past countless moons and suns. One laughed and briefly wore a scarf of raindrops in her hair, and then with wicked feet she kicked a cloud and caused rain to swamp a boat.”
― Pat O’Shea, The Hounds of the Mórrígan
I read The Hounds of the Mórrígan so many years ago, and I don’t really remember the story very well. But I do remember how much I enjoyed it, the humour, the wit, the imagination.
I think I’ll dig it up from where I stashed it and enjoy it again.