A wonderful, wonderful book. Slaney's first night after busting out of prison.
"The sun was setting, a boiling red. The sky was streaked pink and the white sheets on the old lady's line were amber tinged.
The flanks of the white horse were golden pink and Slaney was crying because even if he didn't make it very far, even if they caught him tonight, this was worth it. The horse was worth it."
— Oct 08, 2018 12:54PM
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