Slow Horses Novels & Stories

His whole body changed. "Don't look back," he said. "Are those—" "Don't look back Remi." I didn't look back. We pushed the horses. Mordor's horse chose this moment to fully express its grievances by slowing down while every instinct it had said speed up. "MOVE," Mordor told it. It moved. Reluctantly. With feelings about it. The hooves behind us getting closer. Half a mile. Quarter. I could hear them properly now. Fast. Multiple.

He turned when he heard Amos behind him, leading a tall, shiny black horse, saddled and ready to go. "Gee, I really wish I could go with you." She looked off toward the mountains. "Maybe after you get some riding lessons under your belt. There's always plenty of riding to do around here." His horse began prancing and pawing the ground, anxious to run, and Chase took hold of his bridle. "It's okay, boy. Don't worry. You'll get your run. Be patient." After patting the animal affectionately on the head and neck, he turned back to Lauren. "This is Midnight. He used to be one of our champion sires, but he's retired now."

“Nothing more.” The stables sat at the far end of the zoo, away from the main paths. Only four horses right now, but Midnight was the one that always caught her attention. He was a big black Friesian cross, seventeen hands easy, with a temper that made most keepers nervous. Beautiful animal, but man, unpredictable. He’d kicked a gate once when a new guy tried to rush him.

There, beyond the thicket, are the evil witches’ enchanted flying horses. They hover among the ancient pines, their wings folded close, their coats shimmering with an unearthly light. Each horse glows faintly—silver-blue, rose-gold, smoky gray, and deep obsidian—like pieces of the night sky given animal form. Their eyes gleam with magic, and my heart races with caution. These aren’t ordinary horses. They are creatures of darkness, bred and bound to witches. I expect them to be fierce and dangerous. I glance at Roxy. Her gaze is steady but curious. “Stay close,” I murmur.

Charlotte McCartney At the stable “Now here is Aussie. She's a Fallabella, one of the rarest breeds in the world as well as the rarest breed of horses we have here. Isn't she a darling? And here is Rawrunner we call him that because of how fast he runs, he has won every single race we have signed him off he's more less my favorites”, George said moving from horse to horse. It was obvious that George was having more fun on this tour than most of us. Clearly the boy loved his job.

Roxanne changed quickly, her eyes shining with excitement. "You look beautiful in anything, my fair princess," Jaxon complimented her as she stepped out. He took her to the stable, where twenty horses of different breeds awaited. There was Sugarplum, a beautiful chestnut mare with a white blaze on her forehead, Noir, a sleek black stallion with a star-shaped marking on his nose, a proud Arabian named Zephyr, a gentle giant of a Shire horse named Thunder, and several others, each with their unique markings and personalities.

Then I reach out in front of me for the string to pull to turn the light on. “Sorry, guys,” I say to Bailey and Alibi, the other two horses. All three are Quarter Horses with similar levels of training. Sundance is the most ornery of the bunch, which is probably why he’s my favorite. His coat is dark chestnut, and he has a thick white blaze on his face. I take another drink of wine and grab a towel from the cross ties. Shaking it out to make sure there are no spiders, I fold it in two and lay it down in the aisle next to Sundance’s stall.

she said, and Great Madame came over to her and kissed her. "Come on, count backwards from three!" shouted Mr. Kusuma. Three, Two, One Jeeeeng.... One tug Amelia opened the satin, and what the underneath was, HORSE! A shiny dark brown horse standing proudly in an iron-barred box. Imported horse, which must have more than seven digits. Amelia screamed with joy! "Alberto!" ***

Anda rolled her eyes. "So I found out there's a horse race going on tonight at the village square so I signed up" Adam smiled. "You can't race.. what if you fall off and dies?" Anda glared at him. "I signed up as Anda Samuels, I'll do the talking and you'll do the racing" Adam replied. "You smart son of a bitch" Anda Screamed excitedly attracting attention. "So, The official boat race starts next week.. I think it's a good thing we came to Dullard" Adam smiled.

I don't understand why he can't accept her. I walked towards the huge mass building and picked a horse. Night, a rare breed horse noted for its speed, strength and agility. "My Lord, you look upset by this time of the day, I hope all is well," Oscar, the manager of the building, walked up to me. "I am fine. I just need to clear my head and Night is the right horse to knock some senses back to me," I said nonchalantly as I got on the horse. "Please be careful, my Lord," he bowed and returned back to business. I lashed at the horse and it neighed running towards the mountains.