Book Four: Chapter 11

“A dullahan?” Mike frowned. “I’m afraid I don’t know the term.”

“I’m yer friendly headless horseman, lad.” The dullahan still held his own head in one hand, and was now swinging it back and forth like a macabre pendulum. “My job is similar to a banshees in that I deal with dead spirits, though I usually cut a more dashing figure on my horse. So I guess I’m technically just headless.” The grin on his face was impossibly wide, his lips stretched nearly to his ears.

“I want to speak to the faerie queen, right now, please.” Mike crossed his arms and stared down the dullahan. “How do I make that happen?”

“You certainly are an anxious sort.” Sulyvahn swung his head in a circle and released it into the air. His body stepped forward and his head landed on his shoulders with a thud, scattering the inky mist in a perfect circle, much like a smoke ring. “In regards to Her Majesty, I can say without reasonable doubt that she has no interest in speaking with ye.”

“Oh, rea