The carriage drew up beside them and stopped. Without any visible signal between the skeletons and the horses, the horses simply stopped. The small fading footholds vanished one by one behind it until the whole apparatus was sitting still in the air a couple of paces above the grey ground.
Bruce, Kael, and the young man looked up at it.
The lead skeleton, the one on the driver's seat, turned its head slowly to take them in. Its star-orb eyes moved across each of their faces in turn, unhurried, and stopped, briefly, on Bruce's. Bruce held the gaze. It was difficult. Looking at the lights inside those eye sockets was like looking into a small cold sky.
Then the skeleton spoke.
Its voice was chilling.
