“He is huge and his chariot would dwarf the biggest hay cart you’ve ever seen. The chariot never touches the ground and nor do his hounds. The wished hounds of woden, their eyes burn red like coals and their slavering jaws could tear you apart in an instant.
Kitto felt a small quiver work down his spine and he wondered if he should have started this conversation.”
Flecks of Gold can be found in the short story collection Cornwall: Misfits, Curiosities and Legends by Cornwall Writers.
