Author Archives: L. C. Street

Your farrier is not a god. You do not have to give him* offerings to keep him happy. You do not have to worry if your horse twitches at a...

I can't be the only one who acts on silly, hair-brained impulses. After all, some ancient human had the silly, hair-brained impulse to hop on a horse in the first...

Disclaimer: I may be a YA author but I do tend to cuss from time to time (I would blame my day job of being a journalist but I’ve long...

The ground blurs beneath us. My horse’s hooves roar into a thunder. The wind moving past causes tears to stream freely from my eyes and I blink quickly to see...