"“The dark winter’s coming,” the mother said. “Listen to the wind!”" (p.11)
"When the sun rose, the air was still at last, and the fields were white, and the forest was black." (p.12)
"Her mother’s voice was like a fine, thin thread of silk or silver that lay behind her as she walked across the snowy fields and into the forest, looking for her brother who had been taken by the trolls." (p.16)
"Days are short in the dark winter of the North. The yellow sunlight slanted through the trees and then was gone. The light was cold and blue." (p.18)
"The red mare broke into a gallop, and as the night grew deeper she ran through the darkness like a flying spark." (p.25)
"Then the girl crept like a mouse’s shadow through that high door and into the mountain." (p.30)
"But down the slopes of the mountain, across the snowy plain, reaching into the forest, lay a thin, fine, silvery thread, delicate as spiderweb." (p.41)
"When she slept that night, she dreamed how the red mare would run with her colt through the grass and flowers in the sunlight in the spring, their hooves striking sparks from stones, and the wild wind blowing." (p.48)