In the humid air of warm Manehattan Nights, The Bluesmare's siren song calls from everywhere. A sundered white horse on an errand of peace and mercy follows the piper down the path of her life, towards a final act of redemption.
Bringing personal and commission horse words to you over a cup of steaming Earl Gray! I write in many genres, for all audiences. Check my library bookshelves for convenient sorting of my stories.