"What's going on?" I mumbled. Although, as far as I was concerned, the only thing going on which mattered was that I was sitting close to him feeling his knee pressed against mine, which was enough in itself, with or without a concert..."
In the predawn hours during a solitary ride on her ranch, Montana Freeborn collides with Seth Phoenix, centaur-turned-man and the embodiment of her psychic visions.
