“beauty such as theirs was something with which one lived joyously — racing with the wind, with storm and snow, dancing in the frost or among the golden wattles, galloping, galloping in the spring sun. Life might be dangerous, with beauty that was so difficult to hide, but life was always and ever had been very, very good” LifeJoyBeautyDangerWindDanceStormSnow Book:Silver Brumby's Daughter Source: Silver Brumby's Daughter
“Here, also, the future was cried aloud by the wind through the rocks, so that all those who heard would shiver, and then the liquid spring song of the thrush would make all the beauty of moonlight and sunlight blend together, making it true, so true, that happiness must come again” TogetherSongHeardRocksWindSpringSunlightCriedMoonlightLiquidShiverThrush Author:Elyne Mitchell
“Legends of the Silver Stallion had been told for years now, whenever mountain stockmen met round the campfires or on the winding hill tracks. Songs were sung about him to the cattle and both songs and tales had become even stranger since his supposed death when he vanished through the wind and the night over a great cliff. Tales kept cropping up of a ghost horse seen, or imagined, roaming over the mountains at night, of stockmen waking in a hut at midnight, hearing the tremendous stallion’s cry which could only be Thowra’s” YearsNightSongCryWindMetsMountainHorseRoundsTrackStrangerHearingGhostTalesHillsSilverLegendsWakingMidnightCliffsCattleHutsRoamingCampfireStallions Author:Elyne Mitchell
“Just then, down through the last glimmer of twilight, stepping high and free, like a cloud, a moth, a ghost in the shape of a horse — came the Silver Stallion. Wild, beautiful, and free as the wind he came, from one kingdom to another, Thowra” LastsBeautifulWindShapesHorseCloudsGhostKingdomsSilverTwilightMothsStallions Author:Elyne Mitchell
