#windspear

The sky was a road and the stars made pathways; the moon was a watchtower, a lighthouse that led you home.

Being on Windspear’s back was both utterly strange and utterly familiar to Mark. So was having his arms around Kieran, and the feeling of Kieran’s body against his, the whipcord strength of him, the faint ocean-salt scent of his skin and hair, was mapped into Mark’s blood.

At the same time he could hear Cristina, hear her laughing, see her as she bent to point out landmarks flashing by beneath them. She asked Kieran if they could fly over the Hollywood sign and he had obliged; Kieran, who made a point of being disobliging.

And Mark’s heart stirred at her laugh; it stirred as he touched Kieran; he was between them again, as he had been in London, and though agitation prickled his nerves at the thought, he couldn’t pretend he wasn’t glad to have Kieran back again.

|Queen of Air and Darkness p. 206

I find that the love that binds the three of them together is the purest and most powerful and poetic force ever.

It all came so natural, it feels like they were meant to meet and find nourishment in each other. Like they are tied with a red string that reminds me so much of another trio of another time in another marvelous city... ❤️

Cassandra Clare and Kieran’s horse, Windspear. 

The immortal horse from the Elder Scrolls series, Shadowmere. 

Rick Riordan and the black Pegasus, Blackjack.