Cory Iverson's junior year is off to a lousy start.
Publicly humiliated by the school's hottest guy and terrorized by a bullying band director, Cory flees sports try-outs and just about everything else she begins, earning a reputation as a loser as well as a quitter. But when her wandering dog leads her to the barn of a former Grand Prix rider, she finds a welcome refuge in the familiar world of horses.
It's not too long before she starts dreaming of showing in one of the country's most prestigious shows--a totally unrealistic hope--until she rescues a mysterious horse with some unusual talents. But her road to success is littered with roadblocks as events spin out of control: prescription painkillers appear in her mother's purse; her ballerina sister wastes away before her eyes; her boyfriend is keeping secrets; and her normally opinionated trainer becomes strangely evasive.
Worst of all, the horse show world is not what she imagined. It isn't long before Cory's winning spree attracts the attention of a brutal trainer with a string of unexplained horse deaths in her wake. When Cory lands in the crosshairs, she has to decide if she'll once again back down and flee or stand up for herself, her horse, and her dreams.
Inspired by everyday miracles, L.R. Trovillion weaves magical stories of hurting people who find hope through horses in her Maryland Equestrian Novel series. Although she earned a degree in Russian and spent a career in government service, her real love has been caring for and working with horses. That love shines through in her series, focusing on the healing power of horses in the lives of teens facing complex and sometimes dangerous family situations. Believing there is more to this world than meets the eye, she adds a dash of the supernatural to each story. L. R. Trovillion lives on a small horse farm in Maryland with her husband, daughter, and several animals that really run the place. Her other works have appeared in Baltimore magazine, Chicken Soup for the Soul, and various poetry anthologies.
I discovered a word a while ago that I did not know existed. It was a perfect word that describes a personal experience. Who knew there was a word for it! And therefore, I concluded, other people must share this emotion. The word is PLUVIOPHILE and it means someone who loves rain, but more than that. It is someone who is calmed by the sound of rain, who feels comfort and perhaps security from the experience of falling rain. Don't get me wrong--there can be too much of a good thing!--but on certain rainy days when I let go of all my "must do outdoor tasks" I enjoy sitting and listening to rain fall. I'm a pluviophile.
False Gods: The Show Jumper's Challenge
A GUST OF wind carrying the bite of ice pellets blew across the outdoor yard, picked up Styrofoam cups from the overflowing trash cans. It sent them scuttling across the empty lot. The horses in the pen snorted at papers sailing up on the draft. The ones strong enough to bully others were gathered against the only shelter from the wind. A young-looking horse wandered from group to group, after being chased off from the shelter, from the hay, from the dregs in the bottom of the water bucket. He finally came to stand next to the gray mare.