The stallion galloped around the corralled readers, to much complaining. “After years of obsessive study, we meet at last!” As he approached, Stygian was better able to see into his drawn hood. There was something eerily familiar in the shade of his coat, the set of his jaw. Even the scar slashing across the top of his muzzle resembled a nasty paper cut on the back of Stygian’s own pastern.