“Pickles was one of the ghosts that went for a walkabout in October, yes?” It’s a grim memory, and not only because of the carnage. Palamedes still wishes he could have done more—both for his friends and for the ghosts. He should have acted more quickly, damn it.

“I’ve had a similar idea. If we could find a way to bring the ghosts back to consciousness without causing the same sort of chaos as last fall, we might be able to find vessels to contain them—even bodies. They could be free.”

He knits his brows together. "...what sort of 'cursed horse'?"