Angela Dorsey > Quotes

“She dropped her hand and pulled Mora back, but Mora shook her head. She wanted to race. Elena glanced at Angelica. The older girl seemed to be enjoying the ride as much as she was. “Okay, Mora,” whispered Elena, leaning over the mare’s neck. “Lets go.” Mora sprung forward with Luna right beside her. The two horses raced toward the distant edge of the meadow, matching stride for stride. Mora’s head and neck reached forward and her body stretched low to the ground. The thud of hoofbeats became a thunder. Tears ran from Elena’s eyes as the wind whipped past her face. She crouched even lower over Mora’s neck and the scent of the mare’s sweat filled her nose, tangy and sharp. Elena glanced down at the ground flying by beneath them. They were going so fast! She felt so free! Father’s never going to keep me away from the mountains ever again, thought Elena. I have never truly lived until this moment!”
― Angela Dorsey, Condor Mountain

“He knew we were there somewhere and was searching for us.”
― Angela Dorsey, Dark Fire

“Willow belonged to their herd.”
― Angela Dorsey, Winter of the Crystal Dances

“She’s going to discover, first thing in the morning, that the samples taken from your horse’s hooves have been misplaced.”
― Angela Dorsey, Dark Fire

“Rusty, my gray gelding, knows about my weird talent, if it can even be called a talent. Rusty and I can even talk.”
― Angela Dorsey, Winter of the Crystal Dances

“cold nips ears bites sides snaps trees can’t hide crusts snow covers grass thickens water frozen fast invades lungs mists breath shivers skin makes death”
― Angela Dorsey, Winter of the Crystal Dances

“The mountain lion is still waiting at the mouth of Aria’s canyon, but he is becoming suspicious. He is unsure that his plan of attack is the best one. He heard us coming down Aria’s canyon and now wonders why he can no longer hear our voices or our movement. He does not know there is another way but soon he will come to look for us. If we are lucky, we will be in the main canyon by then, already racing for the desert. And once we are on the desert, Aria will follow her instructions. She will gallop to safety with Sophie on her back and Melody racing behind her. She has promised to leave me if she has to. She wants the same thing I do: she wants Melody and Sophie to be safe. But first we must make it to the floor of the main canyon. The mountain lion must not catch us on the cliff-side trail. Yet one slip, one missed step, and any one of us could fall to our death.”
― Angela Dorsey, Desert Song

“Yoda?”
― Angela Dorsey, Summer of Desperate Races

“Keep going, Giselle commanded herself. Just one more step. Just one more step. The chant in her brain seemed to work. Just one more step. One more step. One more step. One more. One more. One… A warm hand touched her shoulder and her eyes sprung open. Maura stood beside her, the light from Angelica’s stick illuminating her amused face. Giselle didn’t care. She almost collapsed in relief when she saw she was past the chasm. Well past.”
― Angela Dorsey, Slave Child

“snow”
― Angela Dorsey, Winter of the Crystal Dances

“How much did eat? Not enough.”
― Angela Dorsey, Whinnies on the Wind: The Collection

“Her time, said Rusty.”
― Angela Dorsey, Whinnies on the Wind: The Collection

“The first thing Lisa noticed as she walked across the pasture toward Evergreen Manor was that almost every light was turned on. Brightness spilled from the house, splashing from the unshuttered windows and spreading across the lawn at the front of the house in wide pools. As she crept closer to the fence bordering the lawns, Lisa crouched lower. She didn’t want anyone to see her, especially Mr. Pickering’s nephew, Jimmy. The last time Lisa had seen Jimmy, he had told her that Mr. Pickering wanted her to stop coming over to take care of the horses. Lisa didn’t know whether to believe Jimmy or not. It didn’t seem like the kind of thing Mr. Pickering would say. He had always been so kind to her. Lisa slipped through the fence and approached the house, avoiding the bright patches of lawn. I wish I could talk to Mr. Pickering, she thought, and stopped for a moment to glance up at his bedroom window. His window was one of the few that were dark. Maybe he’s in one of the rooms downstairs. I need to ask him if what Jimmy said was right, she decided. Mr. Pickering asked me to take care of the horses when he first fell sick, and I don’t know why he would change his mind.”
― Angela Dorsey, Dark Fire

“know now I didn’t give him enough of the drug to keep him unconscious, but why did he go to the stable instead of going for help? It’s probably nothing, I know. But it bugs me. Maybe he just wanted to see the horses, to see if they were all right. Worrying about horses when he’s the one in trouble…old fool!”
― Angela Dorsey, Dark Fire

“All we can do is the best we can and let others be who they are.”
― Angela Dorsey, Winter of the Crystal Dances

“Jani understood that all Freedom needed was to trust -- and, eventually, to love. And it was love -- the love that glowed in Freedom’s beautiful, expressive eyes -- that had freed her. She had overcome her past, and released herself from her own curse.”
― Angela Dorsey, A Horse Called Freedom

“Yes, Rusty and Twilight answered, as one.”
― Angela Dorsey, Winter of the Whinnies Brigade

“Socrates must have felt the cold because he whipped his leg back inside, then both brothers put their heads down and closed their jewel eyes. Cocoa nickered again when I threw the third bale down and I heard Mom shushing her, then I chucked the fourth bale over the edge and started down the ladder.”
― Angela Dorsey, Winter of the Crystal Dances

“Life isn’t about having things, Grandmother. It’s about being a decent person.”
― Angela Dorsey, Winter of the Whinnies Brigade

“My girls…” His voice faded away. He searched Elena’s eyes, then reached for her hand. His grip was weak but his words came out strong. “Thank God for my amazing girls!”
― Angela Dorsey, Condor Mountain

“face. Then she was gone. I patted Rusty on the shoulder. She is not going away. Good, said Rusty. Twilight snorted her approval and bunted Tumpoo with her head, pushing him toward home. It was time to head back. The evening sky was turning red again and this sunset promised to be as dazzling as the last. Twilight and Tumpoo started playing a chasing game in front of us, as Rusty walked serenely along. “What goofs,” I said and Loonie looked up at me, a big doggy grin on her face. She loved coming with us so much – and I loved her to come. My smile slipped from my face. Now that the excitement of the rodeo was over and Kestrel was staying, I needed to take care of some important stuff. First, Loonie’s days of running beside us were ending. I needed to face it. She was not only half blind, but going deaf.”
― Angela Dorsey, Summer of Wild Hearts

“Be patient.”
― Angela Dorsey, Spring of the Poacher's Moon

“The barn was drafty, but the stove helped to keep Rusty, Cocoa, and the two barn cats just a little warmer on these screaming cold nights.”
― Angela Dorsey, Winter of the Crystal Dances

“Toc-toc, qui est-ce qui Frappe a ma porte? C’est moi, enfant. C’est moi, cherie…”
― Angela Dorsey, Slave Child

“Air rushes in and out of my lungs as I inhale the sharp air. My muscles thrum with energy,”
― Angela Dorsey, Winter of the Crystal Dances

“interpret”
― Angela Dorsey, Winter of the Crystal Dances

“Luckily, I stayed up late that night, reading by lantern light until my eyes burned. Yeah, you guessed right – we don’t have electricity. When I finally accepted that the book was too long to finish before morning, I closed it grudgingly. Loonie, our ancient German Shepherd”
― Angela Dorsey, Winter of the Crystal Dances

“Luckily, I stayed up late that night,”
― Angela Dorsey, Winter of the Crystal Dances

“The painting was fantastic, even though this one didn’t have mustangs in it. It was simply a landscape of a snowy field and trees and distant mountains,”
― Angela Dorsey, Winter of the Crystal Dances

“happy”
― Angela Dorsey, Winter of the Crystal Dances