"The wind was much abated and it was very cold and the sun sat blood red and elliptic under the reefs of bloodred cloud before him." Chapter 1, pg. 5
"What he loved in horses was what he loved in men, the blood and the heat of the blood that ran them." Chapter 1, pg. 7
"...which carried their figures and bore them up into the swarming stars so they rode not under but among them and they rode at once jaunty and circumspect, like thieves newly loosed in that dark electric, like young thieves in a glowing orchard, loosely jacketed against the cold and ten thousand worlds for the choosing." Chapter 1, pg. 30
"Way the world is. Somebody can wake up and sneeze somewhere in Arkansas or some damn place and before you're done there's wars and.....
