A dull pencil is greater than the sharpest memory. - an English proverb
The horses would not stop screaming.
At first Adeline thought it was the thunder and lightning that was upsetting them, but the further they traveled into the forest the more frightened the horses became. She could hear them now through the carriage wall, even over the roar of the torrential rain, and she tried to push the terrible sound out of her mind.
She peered through the fogged carriage window and saw nothing but darkness. Then a sudden flash of lightning sliced through the sky and cut twisted figures out of the surrounding shadows.
They’re merely trees, Adeline told herself, but she could not shake the feeling that there was something outside slinking through the blackness, watching her. Even brave old Ivan, the carriage driver, huddled beneath his oilskin, sounded nervous as he urged the horses forward with shouts and stinging whips.
“Ee-yah!” he cried. “Eee-yah, girls, yah!”
The horses screamed in answer and clomped along faster and faster.