Quotes About Crazy Horse Novels & Stories

"Brother! You mean the most popular racing horse in North America?! Do you know the horsepower? Do you know how dangerous it is for someone so little--" "I'm not little! And I'm going to grow up soon!" Oops! He heard. "O-Of course you are. But Brother, I know I can't stop you from buying a whole farm of them, but can you at least consider the breed of horse?" "All right. How about an American Quarter horse, sound good?" He glanced. "Yes, definitely." I winked and nodded. "Now that that's settled, Chris, send an appointment. I'll visit them tomorrow after my meeting with the shareholders," he instructed. Goodness, Chris, I hope you survive. I salute you, dude.

“You will find yourself wanting and lacking. Look forward, young Wolf. Hope is a path that leads us to clarity.” I should be used to Hunji’s cryptic phrases of inspiration by now. He was right, I knew he was right. Duke, my wolf, knew he was right and hummed in agreement with Hunji’s words of wisdom. I also knew he could feel my emotions rolling off of me, which is why he tried to offer me words of comfort.

I squeezed the horse hard and she just took off in a full sprint. “No!” I screamed in panic as she bolted so fast across the plain that I was sure there would be a trail of fire behind us. "Slow the fuck down". Athena was not listening to anything I said. She was just going faster and faster as I held on with everything I had, trying not to fall off.My crazy horse kept flying through the field, sending my hair flying back in the wind and nearly giving me a heart attack. Did Zander say we would be best friends? Because I hate this psycho bitch.

Cassandra ignores me first then said: "I've only ever been with DancesWith Wolves once. He was beautiful, but he had a temper like a bull that was trapped in a red room." "Oh," I whisper. "Cassandra, what do they speak of—" "Cass," Three Horses croons. "Come. Ku zo nan. Wannanm useum yanã son ya kwanta ka dab da Ivona." ( What the Hell i don't understand a word they are speaking )

“Casimir, I have told you more than once, horses are tools. Like your fangs, or your books, or your food—keep everything close that is needed, until it isn’t needed any more. Use it for its purpose, then don’t look back.” “I know! But that’s what I meant! I’ve been training him so I can use him in battle. Did you know horses used to fight wars? Can you imagine how a challenging Alpha would look when I ride up on a fucking horse and he’s laughing, and Prince puts a hoof through his forehead?”

It was the Scythian’s go-to speech, and from analysis of previous videos, Johnny knew the evil-ass words by heart. “I will eat your harvest and bread, I will eat your sons and daughters, I will eat your sheep and oxen, I will eat your grapes and figs. The Horse Lord is coming.” Then he went off on a tangent about the evils of the West. Johnny jerked his gaze back to Lizzy. Like the rest of the hostages, she stared in fear at the heinous fucker pacing the room.

Mentally tired of aimlessly walking under the watch of horse-headed creatures equipped with whips, he prayed as he stared at the mountain which had its peak hidden by the thick grey clouds. 'Let that tall mountain be the destination, alright? I'm so mentally exhausted! I'm so confused! Where am I? Who am I? Dammit! Of course, I can't speak so there's no one customer service to complain to. Just who the hell disabled human communications in this world?!' The werehorses shouted some phrases in an alien language once again. The young man looked up to the ever-dark skies and frowned. It was really one heck of a march. ... ... A/N: werehorse - a shapeshifter who can assume the form of a horse

Augustus maintained that pigs were smarter than all horses and most people, a claim that galled Call severely “No slop-eating pig is as smart as a horse,” Call said, before going on to say worse things As was his custom, Augustus drank a fair amount of whiskey as he sat and watched the sun ease out of the day. If h wasn’t tilting the rope-bottomed chair, he was tilting the jug. The days in Lonesome Dove were a blur of heat and as dr as chalk, but mash whiskey took some of the dry away and made Augustus feel nicely misty inside—foggy and cool as

Her cries got louder and louder, to the point they made me annoyed. “Stop crying!” I said as I rubbed an ice cube to numb the area, to prevent anymore bleeding and treated her wound before wrapping a bandage around her ankle. Muffled sobs were coming from her lips all the time and her body was lightly trembling. I gave Luca the first aid kit while scoffing at his frowned forehead and pitiful eyes. I dismissed him and turned around to face my wild horse. Soon to be my wild horse.

Chelsea As I stood there, my heart pounding, staring at the majestic white horse beside me, I couldn't help but feel a profound sense of helplessness. "So, you're telling me that I can't truly ride if I don't have any experience?" I asked, desperately hoping for a different answer.