Cecilia Dart Thornton quotes:

Speechless, castaway and wrya spellbound oddity am Imy feet are locked upon the claymy gaze is locked upon the sky

Riding upon the back of a waterhorse - what mortal had ever stayed in such a seat for so long? On a horse made of cold currents and liquid convergences, jests and trickery - pressed against a hide like the burnished sea of midnight, thing look different to the rider."