“”The dead,” she replied, her voice a breathy whisper. “If you sit and listen sometimes, you can hear the voices of the dead. They rise up from all around us, from cracks in the earth. That’s how the dead tell you their secrets.”
Twilight felt a tingle begin to creep up from her hoovers, as if she had stepped into a cool stream on a warm summer’s day. She looked own and saw that there was only grass where her hooves should have been. It looked as if she were floating in midair.