Sarah V. Barnes

Storyteller

Sarah V. Barnes

Once upon a time there was a little girl who loved stories. She especially loved
stories that happened a long time ago, in a land far, far away. At first, others had
to tell her the stories, but then, like magic, she learned to read them for herself
out of books. And then, even more magical, she discovered that there were
stories inside her that she could write down using her own words…

She Who Rides Horses

Daughter of a clan chief, Naya is bolder than the other girls but shunned by the boys because of her unusual appearance, Naya often wanders alone through the vast grasslands where her people herd domesticated cattle, and hunt wild horses for their meat. But Naya dreams of creating a different kind of relationship with the magnificent creatures. One day, while out roaming by herself, she discovers a filly with a chestnut coat as uncommon as her own head of red hair. With time running out before she is called to assume the responsibilities of adulthood, Naya embarks on a quest to fulfill her vision of galloping with the filly across the boundless steppe. Unwittingly, she sets in motion forces and events that will change forever the future of humans and horses alike.

Artwork by Diana Lancaster

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