"I'm not after the kid with the Golden Chariot; I'm after the knight. Not the hapless fellow who can't even keep his intended from bolting at midnight, who wanders around waving shoes at random girls, but the invincible, the perfectly certain guy on the horse, the one who comes galloping in with a map and bests the foes and sweeps me onto his horse and takes me away. This guy knows where he's going; he's got the route mapped, so that I can just rest for even the littlest while, my cheek against the horse's white mane, my eyes closed, the horse gliding through the world while I float on sleepy, safe, dreams, the knight strong at my back, the horse's spine, its warm solid flesh, the beat of the hooves something like music. For once, someone else takes the reins and chooses the way."
From Juniper Tree Burning
(the book that was waiting for me on the clearance table at Barnes and Noble)
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