There often by him he would see,
when noon was hot on leaf and tree,
the king of Faerie with his rout
came hunting in the woods about,
with blowing far and crying dim,
and barking hounds that were with him;
yet never a beast they took nor slew,
and where they went he never knew.
—from Sir Orfeo, as translated by J. R. R. Tolkien
Join, hide, or die. That's all you can do when the Wild Hunt comes to call.
—Harry, The Dresden Files
Join, hide, or die. That's all you can do when the Wild Hunt comes to call. Well tonight, the Hunt is joining me.
—Harry, The Dresden Files (when the Hunt catches up with him)