Quotes About Wild Hunt

I want limits, damn it. I'll accept omens and portents and second sight. I'll accept giant black hounds and creepy ravens and magpies. I'm still working out the fae and Wild Hunt thing. But I draw the line at people disappearing into thin air.

The Wild Hunt rides tonight." Meg's eyes glinted with her eerie tale. "They ride on horses with nostrils like burning coals, chasing the souls of the wicked, that cannot rest for—" Then her head came up sharp. And, "Gavin," she says, "there's knocking at the door." I thought her saying it was still part of the tale. Then I heard it too, a thud too regular for wind and rain.

my name is Herne. My father is Cernunnos, the Horned One, the Lord of the Forest. He and Morgana sent me. I've come to offer you and your friend jobs and safety, of a sort. My father has agreed that you should join the Wild Hunt. Welcome aboard.

Just before sunrise was one of the worst times to meet the Wild Hunt, when darkness was changing to light but the light had not taken hold. At least there was no crossroads nearby, no graveyard, but the only hearthstones to

Mamma, are they demons? Is it the Wild Hunt? Phantoms from hell? Mamma, mamma! Quiet, quiet, children. They are not demons, not devils . . . Worse than that. They are people.

Il terrore, il terrore corre attraverso il villaggio. Inseguiti o inseguitori? Folli e crudeli per rabbia o paura? Passeranno al galoppo senza frenare i cavalli? O ben presto la notte sarà rischiarata dal fuoco dei tetti in fiamme? Zitti, zitti, bambini... Mamma, sono demoni? O è la Caccia Selvaggia? Spettri dell'inferno? Mamma, mamma! Zitti, zitti, bambini. Non sono demoni, non sono diavoli... Peggio. Sono uomini.

In an odd way, she felt more kinship with the mysterious Lord of the Wild Hunt than with anyone at Seelie Court . . . at least since Bella had gone. No one knew who the Lord of the Wild Hunt was. His identity, and that of his host, was closely guarded. Too bad, since she'd like to meet him sometime, no matter that he resided in the Black.

He's a carnivore, thinks Lion, always remember he's a carnivore.

Thus, the mysterious journeys by women during the nights of the Ember seasons was an ancient motif and not limited to the Friuli. Moreover, it always seemed to be closely connected to the myth of the nocturnal travels of the band of women led by Abundia-Satia-Diana-Perchta, and thus also to that of the 'Wild Hunt' or 'Furious Horde'.

Take Carnwennen as the means. Your mate's life as the reason. Our geas as the cost. True love your reward. Remind her of the Wild Hunt.