“Riding upon the back of a waterhorse - what mortal had ever stayed in such a seat for so long? On a horse made of cold currents and liquid convergences, jests and trickery - pressed against a hide like the burnished sea of midnight, thing look different to the rider.” LooksLongMadeDifferentSeaColdHorseCurrentsMortalsSeatsRidingMidnightLiquidRidersTrickeryConvergence Author:Cecilia Dart-Thornton
