Genghis Khan – Page 3 – THE LEGEND OF THE GREAT HORSE trilogy

#65- Welcome to the Horde

When Meagan opened her eyes, her first thought was she had been beaten. Heavily. A horn sounded at close proximity and pain blossomed throughout her body in an amazing bouquet. Maybe I was run over by a chariot after all, she thought, wincing. – Eclipsed by Shadow (excerpt)

In which Meagan wakes up, still unsure of her whereabouts…

When Meagan opened her eyes, her first thought was she had been beaten. Heavily. A horn sounded at close proximity and pain blossomed throughout her body in an amazing bouquet. Maybe I was run over by a chariot after all, she thought, wincing.

Others were sitting up and stretching. All around her, lines of horses were being groomed and tacked. Meagan groaned to think of getting on a horse. The mere effort to sit up made her gasp. A bow-legged man was walking through the camp knocking pallets of late sleepers. “No, thank you,” Meagan told him. “No riding today.”

She flinched as the man kicked her pallet. He pointed to the line of horses. “Targ ha!”

“Yes, good morning,” she said politely. “I am really quite sore.”

“Targ ha!”

“Thank you for understanding.” Clenching her teeth, Meagan kept herself well wrapped as she stood.

“Aieeee!” The man grasped Meagan’s thin tunic and dropped it in disgust. He stamped away and returned to thrust a packet of clothes into her arms. She was sent to dress behind a curtain of skins. Worn boots sailed over the top.

The standard set of garments was loose trousers and a coat with a flaring skirt and long sleeves. The coat’s front fabric was crossed and tied. Meagan studied the crude tailoring. Her abiding hope was that she was traveling forward and not to someplace older than Rome, but she still could find no reassurance.

She stepped timidly from behind the skins. There was no need to be self-conscious, for no one was looking. The camp was a bustling hive of activity: she was only to conform and not ask questions, and her anonymity was assured.

Surveying the field of small horses, Meagan was unsure which mount was hers. She limped after the bow-legged man. “Excuse me, which—”

“Targ ha!” The man shouted, and exploded into a string of words that were not enlightening in the least.

“Yes, I see. Targa. Thank you, you have been very helpful.” She rubbed her arm. The offered animal certainly looked like the pony she had ridden yesterday. Of course, so did fifty or eighty thousand others…

Excerpted from Eclipsed by Shadow, the award-winning first volume of “The Legend of the Great Horse” trilogy. (Hrdbk pg. 183)

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#64- Sea of Equines

Riding on, Meagan could see the approaching black cloud was actually an enormous congregation of horses and riders spreading across the horizon, waves of bobbing movement stretching beyond sight. – Eclipsed by Shadow (excerpt)

A tall, dark thoroughbred would be easy to pick out, but of course was nowhere to be seen…

Riding on, Meagan could see the approaching black cloud was actually an enormous congregation of horses and riders spreading across the horizon, waves of bobbing movement stretching beyond sight. In all directions a herd of free horses nipped the beaten earth. Dust rose in a column that clouded the sun to a dull orange ball.

The air thickened with dust and scent as they rode closer. A tremendous sound of insects’ buzzing met them at the edge of the moving population. Meagan drew her tunic over her face until only the barest slit enabled her to see, and brushed away flies that boldly crawled in to find her eyes and mouth. Horse tails flicked in concert around her.

All of the sea of equines were pony-sized, with shaggy coats and brushy manes. Meagan shielded her eyes to look over the endless congregation of weathered people riding in loose jackets and pants.

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The Legend of the Great Horse trilogy is an adventure through history … each section is about a different time period.

The above excerpt is the 4th section of Eclipsed by Shadow, in which Meagan finds herself in medieval Europe. (p. 179 Hbk)

Eclipsed by Shadow (Book #1 of the trilogy) won national awards including the Eric Hoffer Award for best Young Adult Fiction, and the Mom’s Choice Award for best family-friendly Young Adult Fantasy.

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#63- Meagan’s complaint…

Meagan’s pony suddenly raised her head and whinnied into the wind, and hundreds of answers echoed across the empty grassland. The trumpeting of horses filled the open plain as if the land ahead were welcoming them. – Eclipsed by Shadow (excerpt)

Somewhere in Outer Mongolia…

The sky is as empty as the landscape, she thought irritably. If these people were riding through the middle of nowhere, they rode through it with purpose. There was no stopping for items as trivial as food or water. Meagan’s saddle possessed a single skin canteen of water, which she had ineptly doused over her face and clothes while attempting a drink.

Meagan had a complaint, or rather a series of them. There seemed to be no rules to this legend, and it was very disorienting to keep changing places and time periods, to say nothing of being snatched away at the last possible moment—was it to be a deathmatch every time? This is the worst possible legend, Meagan told herself, sulking. It was more like a curse. Of course, I could have listened to Mrs. Bridgestone, added an unwelcome thought. She pushed it away…

When the other riders spoke, of course it was a language she could not understand. Also, Meagan was out of practice and the pony’s backbone was growing more distinct with each passing mile. She could not guess how the group of horsemen knew their way. The land was nothing except rolling grass in all directions. A line of dark clouds hugged the hazy horizon ahead, offering the hope of cool rain. Uncharacteristically, she thought dismounting would be the best relief.

Strangely, though, on closer inspection it seemed the bottom of the clouds hung below the horizon. Meagan’s pony suddenly raised her head and whinnied into the wind, and hundreds of answers echoed across the empty grassland. The trumpeting of horses filled the open plain as if the land ahead were welcoming them…

Excerpted from Eclipsed by Shadow, the award-winning first volume of “The Legend of the Great Horse” trilogy. (Hrdbk pg. 180)

Book II: The Golden Spark is available! Book III announcements coming soon…

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#62- The Time Jump

NOTHING HARMLESS FEELS so much like dying as having one’s breath well and truly knocked out. Heaving for air without result, Meagan fought panic as she waited for a breath. When it finally came, she leaned onto her hands and panted in great gulps. – Eclipsed by Shadow (excerpt)

NOTHING HARMLESS FEELS so much like dying as having one’s breath well and truly knocked out. Heaving for air without result, Meagan fought panic as she waited for a breath. When it finally came, she leaned onto her hands and panted in great gulps.

Sounds of men came through the darkness, their speech fast and urgent. Meagan steadied her breathing and listened as words rose and fell around her, foreign words spoken in crisp, rapid strokes. The voices approached and hands gripped the fabric of her tunic, inspecting, pulling at the folds and letting them go.

A light colored horse was led forward, a faint apparition glowing in the darkness. Meagan reached out a hand and ran it along familiar contours. It was a pony, a short but fully grown equine. She was lifted and pushed onto the pony’s back, where she instinctively reached for the reins lying low on the animal’s neck. The stadium and chariots had evaporated into the night air. The last Meagan remembered was the rush of white wings, and the world seemed to melt and reassemble into new solid forms. Now Rome was a memory.

A knot of horsemen rode past Meagan. She could see faces in the light of the torches they carried, Asian faces, parched and grim in the flickering redness. Her pony mount swished its tail impatiently, and Meagan automatically reached to pat the animal’s shoulder. Her hand felt an irregular patch in the hair, and she leaned over to see. Branded on the shoulder, barely visible in the torchlight, was a crescent symbol over a circle.

Voices were receding into the night. Meagan allowed the pony to join the sound of hoof beats flowing through the warm darkness. All she cared to know was that she had moved closer to her own time—so far, there was no evidence. One thing was certain: she was not yet back home.