Sometimes promises hurt more than lies. Cory Iverson has worked hard all year, and this morning she's finally going to get her dream horse. In less than 24 hours, however, everything reliable in her life comes crashing down, destroying her dreams and leaving her resentful of promises. That is, until a special messenger assures her that her true Dream Horse may be still waiting for her...
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.
Already animal shelters are preparing for an onslaught of animals as the pandemic sadly takes owners or renders them unable to continue to care for pets. Horses, especially school horses, are particularly vulnerable as riding schools are shut down and income stops. Stables, unlike other types of businesses, can not be shut down but continue to rack up big expenses for food, care, vetting, etc. I worry about racehorses now that racing is suspended. What will happen to many of them? I wish there was something I could do, but wishing does not get us very far. I am thinking if the donation of my book sales might make a difference...maybe to one horse at least.
The syringe is in his hand again. The weight is gone from my shoulder. He rubs a thumb along Octavia’s neck until a vein bulges under her skin, and he slips the sharp metal tip into it. Pink medicine swirls from the syringe into her veins. Circled around her we just watch as her legs go limp. She stops struggling. Finally, the dust around her nose stops moving.