Inspirational Quotes Horse Novels & Stories

'Welcome, sir,' 'Uhm, the animals are looking good.' 'Yes, it's their free day.' 'Won't the animals escape? Like those horses are straying away.' I said, pointing to some horses running off. 'Horses have a high sense of loyalty. No matter how far they wander, they will always return to their master, especially when they are treated well.' He replied smilingly. 'And, there are fences around, didn't you pass a gate?' The woman chipped in with a nasty tone, eyeing my outfit with disdain.

The horse snorted and stayed where he was. That's the trouble on my head! I was thinking and accidentally said aloud: - Where are our apples? The horse looked at me with obvious interest. “Delicious, sweet apples,” I continued. - Juicy, crispy. It worked! Either the horse really understood me, or he was tired of standing, and he decided to go further. Be that as it may, after a little trampling on the spot, he briskly galloped, picking up speed, flapped his wings several times with effort and took off.

I jumped off the horse, not knowing how to even get down from a horse. "Don't ever jump off a horse, that's disrespectful to them"The Healer warned as she shot a very daring glare at me, she patted her horse, guessing that she was calming her anger, the Moon goddess knew that I wouldn't hesitate to pull a trigger at a horse that wants to take away my life. "I'm very new to all this" I stuttered. "Why wouldn't you? You're well conversant with wheels and not hoofs" She was right in her words, her words spoke volume and I for one paid attention to her words.

"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"

It’s funny how a simple outfit can make you feel that way. The stable door is labeled “KAISER CLAWFORD’S HORSE STABLE,” and beneath that, a weathered wooden notice catches my eye. It’s a quote added by my uncle after his first visit from the human world: “A righteous man regards the life of his animal, but the tender mercies of the wicked are cruel.” Proverbs 12:10.

I felt worried that something might go wrong if I even did anything extra. Not later than five minutes, Barkov arrived. Queen — my horse with skin the color of coal — slowly appeared. She was tall, but easily the fastest horse I've had the chance of riding. I bought her years ago — a black Arabian horse great at both speed and endurance. “We’ll need to move fast,” I said, placing a hand on Queen’s neck before climbing onto her back. “Where is the guy Jorah gave us?” I looked around, and my gaze finally locked on him.

He’s well taken care of, and when I’m busy touring the world, a few girls who come to the barn for riding lessons brush him and feed him way too many treats. Marcy texts me back only a minute later, while I’m still standing in front of the fridge looking at the vast array of food but not able to decide what to make. Spartan is doing just fine, and she adds a picture of him being loved on by three little girls. I feel a tug on my heart, missing my big beast. He’s a character in my series, though unlike the fictional Spartan, my real-life horse doesn’t have magical powers.

She paused then said, “We’ll send someone back tonight to load him up.” She realized in the truck on the way home she hadn’t even checked to see what the horse’s registered name was and when she did, she burst out laughing. Kyle raised a brow at this reaction and asked, “What’s so funny?” She replied “Priceless, utterly priceless.” This morning Cody told me he had a line on a two-year old that was from the Heartbreaker’s line, well we just bought Heartbreaker.” Kyle stared at her stunned and said, “Please tell me your kidding?” At her questioning look; he said, “That horse is a legend nearly; his gene pool alone is worth more than twenty grand.”

Yet, a nagging doubt gnawed at my gut, serving as a constant reminder of the risk I had undertaken. I needed a distraction, something to calm my nerves and ease my mind. I decided to go for a ride on my horse, Zion, my loyal and faithful companion. He was a magnificent stallion, with a glossy black coat and a fiery spirit. He always sensed my mood and matched it with his own, whether it was playful, adventurous, or serene.

No man wants to feel belittled by a woman who ranked first in on of the toughest programs made for warriors. "Your Majesty, let's rest a moment. These horses aren't built for such terrain, and at long intervals." Marquise called out over the thunder of hooves. He drew away my attention from my inner turmoil, and towards the horses who where panting so feverently, I thought they would collapse. I huffed in annoyance, but agreed. It would be wise to rest them while we could. There is no good use in a dead horse.