Warhorse Illustrations
As you read the novel, you feel that your body is transforming into the characters themselves. Your peripheral vision aligning with what the characters in the book sees. You have become one with the narrative.
We were parted that day in the terrible hubbub of the auction ring and I was never to see her again.
… and then quite suddenly I found that I had no rider, that I had no weight on my back any more…
‘Why?’ he said, ‘Why does this war have to destroy anything and everything that’s fine and beautiful?’
As I kicked out wildly to free myself, I felt that the barbs tearing into my foreleg before I broke clear.
Even the sight of his hand coming towards me, normally a welcome sign of affection, struck an alarm in me…
