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5e75f1d
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"Jeez, Hazel," Percy said, "tell your horse to watch his language." Hazel tried not to laugh. "What did he say?" "With the cussing removed? He said he can get us to the top." Frank looked incredulous. "I thought the horse couldn't fly!" This time Arion whinnied so angrily, even Hazel could guess he was cursing. "Dude," Percy told the horse, "I've gotten suspended for saying less than that..."
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humor
horse
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Rick Riordan |
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23d6148
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You can't become a decent horseman until you fall off and get up again, a good number of times
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never-giving-up
living
life
inspirational
horse
falling
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Bear Grylls |
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881d589
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He moved like a dancer, which is not surprising; a horse is a beautiful animal, but it is perhaps most remarkable because it moves as if it always hears music.
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truth
innocence
horse
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Mark Helprin |
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ba2c2b5
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As I got closer to the fence, I held my shirt over my nose to block the smell. One stallion waded through the muck and whinnied angrily at me. He bared his teeth, which were pointed like a bear's. I tried to talk to him in my mind. I can do that with most horses. I told him. The horse said. I protested. Usually this gets me VIP treatment in the equestrian world, not this time. The horse agreed enthusiastically. The other horses chimed in as they waded through the field.
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humor
horse
seafood
poseidon
percy-jackson
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Rick Riordan |
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fb84c38
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A cavalryman's horse should be smarter than he is. But the horse must never be alowed to know this.
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humor
horse
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Steven Pressfield |
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864f216
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Sometimes a wild horse needs to feel that his rider is just a little bit wilder.
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fantasy
ruby
womanhood
strength-through-adversity
horse
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Francesca Lia Block |
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80600e0
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There is no more sagacious animal than the Icelandic horse. He is stopped by neither snow, nor storm, nor impassable roads, nor rocks, glaciers, or anything. He is courageous, sober, and surefooted. He never makes a false step, never shies. If there is a river or fjord to cross (and we shall meet with many) you will see him plunge in at once, just as if he were amphibious, and gain the opposite bank.
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nature
icelandic
jules-verne
river
horse
snow
iceland
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Jules Verne |
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d513118
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Maybe it's like Mac says. Ever man winds up with the horse that suits him.
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man
horse
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Cormac McCarthy |
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302b5d2
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I went back to my conversation with Siegfried that morning; we had just about decided that the man with a lot of animals couldn't be expected to feel affection for individuals among them. But those buildings back there were full of John Skipton's animals - he must have hundreds. Yet what made him trail down that hillside every day in all weathers? Why had he filled the last years of those two old horses with peace and beauty? Why had he given them a final ease and comfort which he had withheld from himself? It could only be love.
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love
horse
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James Herriot |
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c1d6825
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A horse blanket, Mel? I remembered what I was wearing. 'It tore in half when Hrani tried washing it. She was going to mend it. This piece was too small for a horse, but it was just right for me.' Bran laughed a little unsteadly. 'Mel. A .
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funny
brother-and-sister
horse
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Sherwood Smith |
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0c14b43
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"Regweld is really a fine wizard," he continued, patting the shoulder again. "And his ideas for crossbreeding a horse and a frog are not without merit; never mind the explosion! Alchemy shops can be replaced!"
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fantasy
humor
icewind-dale
r-a-salvatore
frog
horse
wizards
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R.A. Salvatore |
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1253c50
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We are one. Man, horse, lance, we are one beast of blood and wood and iron.
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man
lance
iron
word
horse
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George R.R. Martin |
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3da1e28
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"Got here half an hour ago and had a look, eyeballin' it," Sawyer said. "It's murder, all right. Tell you something else - the sun went down, and it's as dark as the inside of a horses's ass out here."
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virgil-flowers
humor
horse
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John Sandford |
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6f8574e
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Good armor and a good horse means a good ransom if I unseat him.
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unseat
horse
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George R.R. Martin |
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92913f0
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"Roger left the cricket stumps and they went into the drawing room. Grandpapa, at the first suggestion of reading aloud, had disappeared, taking Patch with him. Grandmama had cleared away the tea. She found her spectacles and the book. It was Black Beauty. Grandmama kept no modern children's books, and this made common ground for the three of them. She read the terrible chapter where the stable lad lets Beauty get overheated and gives him a cold drink and does not put on his blanket. The story was suited to the day. Even Roger listened entranced. And Deborah, watching her grandmother's calm face and hearing her careful voice reading the sentences, thought how strange it was that Grandmama could turn herself into Beauty with such ease. She was a horse, suffering there with pneumonia in the stable, being saved by the wise coachman. After the reading, cricket was anticlimax, but Deborah must keep her bargain. She kept thinking of Black Beauty writing the book. It showed how good the story was, Grandmama said, because no child had ever yet questioned the practical side of it, or posed the picture of a horse with a pen in its hoof. "A modern horse would have a typewriter," thought Deborah, and she began to bowl to Roger, smiling to herself as she did so because of the twentieth-century Beauty clacking with both hoofs at a machine. ("The Pool")"
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story
storytelling
horse
children-s-books
stories
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Daphne du Maurier |
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77f1e6a
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He had ridden his horse into the saloon on a dare from a whore - his practice was always to accept dares; it spiced life up a little.
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saloon
spice-of-life
whore
horse
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Larry McMurtry |
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04afbe9
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An English man-at-arms had his helmet split open and his skull with it, so that he rode wavering from the fight, blood pouring down his mail coat. His horse stopped a few paces from the turmoil and the man-at-arms slowly, so slowly, bent forward and then slumped down from his saddle. One foot was trapped in a stirrup as he died but his horse did not seem to notice. It just went on cropping the grass.
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death
man-at-arms
horse
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Bernard Cornwell |
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b88ed71
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Was that love? If so, he couldn't fathom why poets waxed on about it being such a blissful state. As far as he could tell, it was about as blissful as riding an unbroke horse, a bone-rattling endeavor where one held on for dear life, unable to recognize if he was making progress until either the horse quit buckin' or the ground smacked him in the face.
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progress
love
horse
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Karen Witemeyer |