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This blog is partly for my story, A Sacred Promise. My picture is of a "white mystery friesian" named Nero, who was the exact kind of horse I was picturing when I wrote A Sacred Promise. The story is about said horse, who everyone calls Triste. It's sorta-kinda set in the French West Indies, but I don't know if the climate and the backdrop I gave the story fits in with that. Anyway, I refrain from mentioning the exact location so I can run wild if I want to. My main character is named Angelica Fulleri - Angel, for short. My sister is helping me edit it.

I'm planning on posting at least some of it on here so I can get more than my sis's opinion on it. It has a narrow audience, I think - girls 9-16 who like horses.

But as my picture shows, Sacred is the more beautiful horse in the world. At least, I think so. And his eyes are green. An equestrian anomaly, I know, but then, Sacred isn't your average horse...

For starters, he seems to have lost the gene that stops him from growing, he has a mean streak in him, and he lives - actually, I'm going to stop right there. No point in ruining the story. I've rewritten the story a dozen times. Originally Sacred was going to be black, like your average Friesian, but I thought I'd mix it up a little. As t was, I managed to incorporate the whole white coat thing into the story. It has something to do with a Marquis from way back before the French Revolution and the Reign of Terror. I had to do a little homework for this story, which I hated, but there you go.

This is sort of off subject. Who has watched Matrix II? I love that part where Agent Random says, "You..." and Mr. Smith goes, "Yes. Me...me...me..." My Dad just loses it when that part happens. It's pretty funny. That's what's up with the title of this blog, anyway.

Well, I'm off. I have to finish reading Journey to the Lands Beyond (journeytothelandsbeyond.blogspot.). It's a great story. You should read it.

Later-later.