A poignant quote:
The owner tugged on the halter until the mare reluctantly stumbled into a painfully unbalanced trot. I cringed as my father’s scowl fell upon me. “Why do you choose a crippled animal, Oyuna? You know better! Who would pay silver for such?”
But the white mare was being led back to me, her dark eyes looking into mine. My father was right. Who would pay dear silver for a cripple?
“No one,” I answered quietly. “Because no one would pay silver for me.” Looking into my father’s face, I saw that he flushed. “But this is the horse that I choose.”
I received this book from the publisher.