Horse Book Summary Novels & Stories

Especially her soft, fleshy hips, snug against my front… Perfect. Madeline seemed frozen, unsure what to do. She didn't dare lean back against me, yet didn't know how else to move. "Madeline, let me teach you. Hold the reins." I wrapped my arms around her, placed the reins into her hands, then covered her hands with mine and pulled downward firmly. The horse responded at once, breaking into a lively run. The wind roared past as I leaned close to her ear and shouted, "Isn't it exciting, Madeline?"

Millie furrowed her eyebrows, trying to repeat the word. “Hippodrome is a place where people take their horses to ride, participate in competitions and other things.” Alice explained, reaching out to pet the nose of Angel, the beautiful, spotted-bodied Mustang mare who had acted like an affectionate dog from the moment Alice and Millie set foot in the stable “And studs are often the home of horses and where their babies are born. Once, when I was a little older than you, your great-grandfather took me to one of the Bianchi's stud farms. I remember it being a very beautiful place.”

The race starts with a knight holding a red flag and waving it down, a sound of a sharp cymbal accompanies it. Prince Julien is in front, but a knight overtakes him taking the lead. He does not let up though, whipping the reins imploring the horse to go faster. He claims the lead again. Prince Louis, who falls last, suddenly gets into trouble. His horse suddenly stops, and he whips the reins over and over, but it does not obey him. Suddenly, the horse goes berserk and throws him across the track.

“Not everyone’s trying to break records here, you know.” I laughed, feeling a warmth spread through me as I looked at the two of them. It was a beautiful moment of lightness, one that felt genuine and uncomplicated. As we passed the stable once again, Harry started to talk about some of the other horses, telling me their names and little quirks. His voice was animated, and I could tell he loved the stables, his fondness for the horses obvious with every word. “That one over there,” he pointed towards a nearby enclosure, “is Apollo. He’s probably the fastest of the lot but has a bit of a temper. Took me ages to get him to stop nipping at my boots whenever I walked by.”

“You’ll love her. Trust me.” The horse snorted nastily. “Hey,” Ray eased out as he stood straight from bending over. “I wouldn’t lie to you.” Nicklaus blinked. He had a solid shiny, brown coat along with a long, brown mane and tail. “Are you nervous?” The horse turned his head a little. “There’s a first time for everyone, buddy. Just . . . take your time. Let her feel you out and you feel her out.” Nicklaus turned back to him.

Hogan reached out to try and calm her but withdrew his fingers immediately when she made as if to take them off. "This here is me best horse, she's everything you need and more" He declared proudly. "Four generations of breeding finally got me this mad girl. She's a feisty one she is, but no better horse flesh can be had this side of Gladous that I can promise ya" Boro reached out himself to let her smell him, she pulled back her head, as if to bite, but made no other move. He slowly moved his hand closer and she snorted loudly and full of malice, warning him to keep away. His hand froze where it was but he made no move to withdraw it.

"I am not a mare to be broken to ride!" "Ah, but there are many similarities, wouldn't you say? You need a strong hand, Adrienne. A confident rider, one not dismayed by your strong will. You need a man who can handle your bucking and enjoy your run. I won't break you to ride. Nay. I will break you to the feel of my hand and mine alone. A mare broken to ride allows many riders, but a wild horse broken to the bit of one hand she loses none of her fire, yet permits none but her true master to mount her"

Karinna said, spying two horses that were standing close to each other, one white and one black, of similar height and build, both having saddlebags of supplies, “Cassius and I will take those two.” “I call on the spotted one,” Kealy said, louder than what was required, nudging Venya slightly aside to close the gap between herself and the horse that had a coat of brown with white splotches spattered randomly across its body. “What!?” Venya cried launching herself over to the same horse. Venya and Kealy squabbled for a few moments when finally a forlorn Kealy slumped away and began to walk to the final horse. He was smaller than the other horses, and only slightly bigger than Grub’s, but had

He places his fingers behind the horse's ears and enters his consciousness. The mind of the Brook Horse is dark, quiet and still. Laurin suddenly finds himself among rubbery seaweed on a dehydrated seabed. Scattered around are large stones bearing engraved symbols, words and pictures of creatures and people. Laurin understands that it is the horse's way of categorizing memories and thoughts, although it is not the most effective way to store memories. The disorder in stallions brain means that it will take a long time for Laurin to find what he is looking for – the Brook Horse name.

It had four big wings and four legs. The horse moved in a vertical direction for about ten minutes and began to descend. My divine horse the horse replied my Prince. what is your name I asked? The house smiled and said my name is Father. I repeated the name father and the horse responded yes my Prince. I said we are going to the central university complex stadium. With top speed straight we were there. I was astonished at how the horse managed to save time. it was left with 10 minutes to the commencement of the program. I was happy that I have been able to make it in time.