Quotes from Angela Dorsey

Breathe beauty.

Life isn't about having things, Grandmother. It's about being a decent person.

How much did eat? Not enough.

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.

Yes, Rusty and Twilight answered, as one.

they allowed the beauty of their world to overtake them. I can't begin to write how glorious it all was. Words aren't enough. One thing for sure, I'd never wanted to really truly be a horse so much in my life. But as much as I was there with them, I could never fully enter their world. All I could do was sit in my house on a cold night with

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

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.

Toc-toc, qui est-ce qui Frappe a ma porte? C'est moi, enfant. C'est moi, cherie…

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,

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!

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!

Finally into my jeans, I raced to my window. Yeah, there he was, all gold and ivory in the raw light, high-stepping toward our three horses and looking like one of my dreams turned real.

All we can do is the best we can and let others be who they are.

Is there something I can do to make things better?

I could see that one of them had a bloody scratch down his cheek. Good for Kestrel!