“Long miles of snow and mountains spun out behind him, and his hooves scattered stardust or snow crystals. He went bounding on and on, right on the spine of the world, thrust out against the night sky” — Elyne Mitchell Copy Share Image
There was some rhythm, some ecstasy in this dance of flight that expressed the fact that happiness which touches depths and rises beyond physical… — Elyne Mitchell Copy Share Image
“I? I am the wind,’ said Thowra. ‘I come, I pass, and I am gone.’ The strange feathers moved up and down, the strange… — Elyne Mitchell Copy Share Image
“All the love of the high, wild places, all the amazing joy in being alive sounded in his voice” — Elyne Mitchell Copy Share Image
“the oncoming night was filled with the mystery of unknown places and of distance, of things that happened long ago and happenings yet to… — Elyne Mitchell Copy Share Image
“A long shaft of light came down from the sun behind the clouds and fell on the rearing, striking horses so that Thowra was… — Elyne Mitchell Copy Share Image
For God took a handful of blizzard snow, blew on it and created the horse. — Elyne Mitchell Copy Share Image
“Life and summer are fleeting,’ sang the bird. ‘Snow and dark, and the winter comes. Nothing remains the same.” — Elyne Mitchell Copy Share Image
“beauty such as theirs was something with which one lived joyously — racing with the wind, with storm and snow, dancing in the frost… — Elyne Mitchell Copy Share Image
“Spring comes to the Australian Alps like an invisible spirit. There is not the tremendous surge of upthrust life that there is in the… — Elyne Mitchell Copy Share Image
“Dreams were dreams; only one facet of what might be the truth of the world” — Elyne Mitchell Copy Share Image
Just then, down through the last glimmer of twilight, stepping high and free, like a cloud, a moth, a ghost in the shape of… — Elyne Mitchell Copy Share Image
