Horse Book Reviews Novels & Stories

First, Ray had met with the foreman to get an update on inventory. Then he met with a man who had a pretty filly the he wanted to produce. Of course, Ray had shown him Whisper. He was impressed with the albino, but he liked Nicklaus, Ray’s favorite horse, more. Nicklaus was a thoroughbred in his own right. The owner of the female felt they would make a better match. Ray had never used Nicklaus to stud before, but the horse was still pretty young and sturdy. They discussed price and when, and then they parted ways.

LAURA "Blacky's fine now, Isko. You can give him water," Laura told Isko, a Miller Estate worker responsible for the horses. Blacky was their Friesian Horse breed. She was at the clinic when Isko called about a horse acting sluggish. She rushed back to Miller Estate to examine Blacky and found that exhaustion and the hot weather were likely causes. Summer was tough on the animals. "Thank you very much, Miss Laura," Isko said to her.

Important to my tale was the growth of an unsophisticated horse-spirit worship into the veneration of the Celtic Horse-Goddess Epona and making it a pivotal part of A****n spiritualism. Only in Africa did the bond waver. Asiatic horses sickened and died in the alien ecosystem, leaving those houses to revive the original A****n 'Runner' style of combat. Lesson: horses and hunting...bravery, solidarity and sisterhood. They were finding excuses to set aside their old gender ideology, keep me in close proximity and not feeling on edge.

The sound of hooves clopping against the stone path draws the attention of the children. The first horse is a striking black stallion with a glossy coat, its mane is meticulously groomed, and it stands proudly, almost regal posture. The second horse is a graceful chestnut mare, warm with gentle eyes.

It’s actually quite nice. “The golden horse is my companion. She’s feisty but her hooves hit the ground fast and she has the endurance of ten horses. She’s young but tamed. The black stallion on the other hand is a handful. He has fits of foul moods and doesn’t let anyone ride him much. Just me and a handful of barn hands can respectfully ride” “They’re beautiful Reed. A real wonder. Puts the horses on the old Christmas commercials to shame.” “Thanks. I took up equine therapy after my last tour and the stallion won me over. He’s fierce but loyal. You can take Goldy on for size while we hit the trail. “

"You're an Omega, lady Annalisa. You can't die from falling off a horse. I'm ninety nine percent sure." I gave the horses a thorough look. One of them was white and the other was black with an insignia of Trinigad — it was a royal horse, similar to the one Amelia and Rhea rode in the riding hall. I imagined myself riding on one of the horses and it didn't sit well with me. Tons of time I'd watched Amelia and Rhea ride on their horse, and as much as they seemed to enjoy equestrian pursuits, I couldn't imagine myself enjoying it.

Aiden guesses, not that it needs much guesswork. “A ghost,” I nod. “His horse is a stallion. Blackmarsh has mares. There have been foals that we don’t have another explanation for. They’re not ghosts, they’re perfectly normal horses as far as anyone can tell. They’re very, very good horses. Promises Kept is one of them, Keppy for short. He’s one of Katie’s competition horses.” “Ghosts can do that?” He sounds dubious. I’d never have guessed it was possible either, if I hadn’t seen the evidence. “What about Bellmouth, does he have puppies?”