ISBN-13: 9781505429114 / Angielski / Miękka / 2014 / 220 str.
A WHITE TRASH FANTASY FROM THE WRONG SIDE OF THE TRACKS actual 99th page: A neigh cut the silence in half, like a silver dart thrown into a cork board. I looked up, wondering what could make a sound like that. It was metallic, like the mating call of honed razor blades. The horse was standing on the hill where the old me had been. What the symbolism is, I have no idea. I don't think there is any. It was the Quicksilver Stallion. The sun glinted and winked off its glistening silver skin. It was so bright it hurt my eyes, all shined and polished to perfection. I looked at the beast. The stallion had long platinum hair that literally flowed off its head in glittering waves. It shook its mane and snorted, the strangest horse I had ever seen. And it was here for a reason. It was here to take me back. When I finally awoke, feeling like shit with my first hang over, I saw that the horse was still there, sitting in the evan. I took it outside and set it on the ground. Immediately it grew back to full size. The silver eyes looked at me. I looked into them. Both of us knew what had to be done. We had to save my family. The Quicksilver Stallion took me into the forest. For all my beautiful dreams, I had suddenly entered a nightmare.