The Bronze Horseman Novels & Stories

Marcus builds it up, making us all wait. “Pepper and Biscuit? I’ll have you know those mighty animals are named Apollo and Helios. Gods! They’re the gods of the horse world. Pepper and Biscuit? Shame on you!” I look at Ayr and see his blue eyes twinkling with amusement, a smile playing on his face. I can’t help laughing, the beer and good food kicking in. “But what if I want to borrow that nice brown horse of yours next?” “You mean Ares,” he answered haughtily. “His name is Ares because he’s a noble, epic steed. Like his rider,” pointing at himself and adding a wink for extra foolishness.

In a weary tone he ran through a speech that he chanted on a daily basis. “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.” One of the men began to sob and pointed to his wife and young boy. “Your woman will be sold. Your son will work for me, and you will die. Accept your fate.” The Scythian switched to Dutch and Arabic and repeated his statement. He dismounted and drew a machete, pausing to revel in the thrill of the moment, imagining how imposing he must look to the prisoners trembling before him. Over six feet of honed muscle clad in a pointy, red leather mask, with a sleek s

I watched from the window as a battalion of Tohr's soldiers stood proudly on outside the gates. Golden warriors waiting for their leaders, they all sat on top of their horses standing patiently. A man at the front held an enormous black horse by the reins who like to stomp the ground impatiently. Or rather, what they cultivated into a horse. It was this weird dog/bear/ horse creature they called thershons. He seemed to wish to get going and was irritated that this man was holding him back. I smiled slightly, thinking to myself, yes that was definitely Tohr's thershons. Just as strong, powerful, and impatient as the man himself.

Whatever hellish creature he had just called… I was ready to face it. I wouldn’t let Manolya, Pelin, or the boys down! “I wouldn’t let Manolya, Pelin, or the boys down!” But to my surprise, a black stallion emerged from the darkness, tall and lean, its powerful frame moving toward us. It was an Anatolian war horse. Behren stepped forward and took hold of the reins, guiding the horse closer before securing them to the sarcophagus. He leaned in slightly, his voice low and steady.

“While I’m at the dorm, you have to take good care of my Whitewill....” Pandora stared straight at Kingston. From a few feet away, she watched as the man busied himself with his own horse. It was a thoroughbred just like Pandora’s, but it had a deep brown coat—almost striking against the dark, almost black mix. And, of course, it was deeply cherished. Pandora was certain Kingston hadn’t fully grasped the request she’d just made. Instead of turning away, the man had just set down the horse’s hoof file and hoof knife. He appeared focused, staring intently at the hooves of his own horse.

Adrian said and the hustle and bustle around me continued. "Little dove. Come with me." Adrian said to me once he reached me and Luzo and Aklan looked at me with wide eyes. I gave them a small smile and walked behind Adrian to the front. Ren, Shea, Tia and Briva were nowhere to be seen, luckily. The biggest horses were gathered here and I admired their beauty. Most horses were pitch black but the biggest one was a light brown one with a thick, dark brown mane and tail. Adrian stood next to it and I gave the horse strokes on his nose while Adrian talked to one of his officers. I kept my gaze away from him.

"Someone has purposely poured black rosewater on my horse carriage. Now my chariot is broken. Destroyed. Even my horse melted into black smoke." "Melt?" asked the host's assistant. "It's terrible. What a pity for that horse." Rain poked Jace's arm. "How can a horse melt just because of rosewater?" Jace looked down and whispered something to Reia. "It's a magic horse made by the old warlocks. They traded the magic horses to pull the carriage out of sight of mortals. The price is very, very high. Therefore only nobles can possess it." "Including the horse carriage belonging to the Darkwood Kingdom?"

Now, she saw a large white stallion with a braided mane standing nearby, it’s saddle and bridle the same colors of Warchester Keep, white and red, held in place by a man she thought she recognized as Cassius’s liegeman, though in fairness she never paid much attention to anyone else when Cassius was around. “It is,” he replied with a proud smile. “That is Snowduster, finest Warchestian stallion you’ll ever lay eyes on.” Kit admired his ride from a distance, thinking she’d get a better look at him later. “He’s magnificent.” She could say the same about the horse’s owner, but presently, she remembered they were not alone and turned her attention to the other men who were waiting patiently next

I looked down at my black stilettos, then looked back up at him. “Really, Corpseboy?” “Hello, Miss Washington intern. Don't you look professional. It compliments my suit. Now, out to dinner. PALLOR!” Samael hollered. A fierce neigh came from the woods, followed by light clopping. His blue roan whinnied, prancing towards Samael. “No, Pallor, be fierce. Buck up: you're Death's steed, after all,” Samael said proudly, watching as his horse bore himself with pride, charging forwards-

, she raised a brow. “No that’s an ass but forget it”, Dragomir replied. He made even more shapes which she kept on trying to identify, “Is that a book? A bird!” He paused, “Okay for my big finish and the most beautiful of all my works, permit me to show you this…” He moved his hand until a large amount of water was suspended in the air and he gradually turned it into… “A horse, that’s a horse!”, She squealed. “This is not any kind of horse, this is a stallion, one we both love. This is Fury…”, he said.