On a cosmopolitan evening in Canterlot, Fancy Pants swaggers through quiet halls. The olive is still in his martini glass, but his best friend is nowhere to be found. Light from a cracked doorway heralds an emotional journey he never knew to take.
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.