Fighting monsters and demons in association with BBC Cult.
road upon which she stood had been transported somehow to a far off place where the moonlight had a magic all its own. And it did. For as she glanced around Tamara saw at first only the silhouettes of other riders, other soldiers armed with swords and clothed in green and brown. Though still spectral they took on greater solidity, so that she could see them now very well.
A languid sort of stupor overwhelmed her, then, and it felt as though she had abruptly slipped into a dream. Tamara began to sway with the invisible current of some etheric force. She blinked several times, trying to focus as her gaze darted from one of the soldiers to the next. Their faces were grim and unforgiving, their eyes glowing feral yellow in the strange magical haze of that road, the woods on either side darker and more impenetrable than ever. She was alone beneath the harsh glare of those yellow eyes.
Yet there was one among them whose visage was not so terrible.
