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The Magical Horses - a fairytale for the young and the young at heart.children and adults love it! 24 fine art colour plates (pages) and illustrations included.
With "The Magical Horses", Beate Epp has written a heartwarming and inspirational fairy tale for the young and the young at heart. Her detailed descriptions unfolding in front of our eyes let us step in and be part of this mystic world.
Follow the lovable characters Leo and Poldy, nine-year-old mouse twins, as they journey through the deep forest to the other side, where the Mother of All Mice resides in the old hollow oak tree. Experience their hopes and fears as they try to find out long-forgotten secrets about the Magical Horses and the wondrous and peaceful times when the horses were still around. Stand beside these two little mice as they face challanges and threats and meet new friends along the way. Feel the excitement and open your heart to dream yourself into the world of The Magical Horses.
Comments
"Fairy tales are as old as the world. Fairy tales are the basis for sagas and books, for plays and films. Fairy tales are the oldest form of storytelling. Without them there would be no books, plays or films. May the reader of this fairy tale be taken into a world that enriches, makes happy, and - most of all - entertains."
-Arthur Cohn, Academy Award-winning producer (Basel/Hollywood)
"An exciting, fantastic book. It will keep you on the edge of our seat until you're done! I liked how the food was described and how the mice lived."
-Alex, 11 years old
"Beate Epp's intensely felt paintings of flora and fauna speak intimately to the organic rhythm of all living things. Filled with bright colours and flowing forms, these charming works exude bright optimism, offering us a word of harmony that opposes the dark discords of our everyday existence."For more comments and a letter from Bill Clinton, among others, please view the references page.
-Jack Anderson, art critic
Reading samples:There was a time when people still remembered the old stories about the Magical Horses. Stories about a land far away, over the mountains and behind the rainbow, a land full of magic and beauty; a land of golden fields, blue flowers, lush green grass, and a wide and open sky with the sun shining warm and bright and the moon glowing with its mystic light over the sleeping land and its inhabitants. During the winter evenings, you could see soft yellow light flickering through the windows in the villages all over the country. The light from warm, glowing fireplaces and candles was shining through the night. This was the time when you oculd see all the little children sitting on the floor on big pillows and with warm blankets wrapped around them. With wide open eyes and red cheeks, they were listening to exciting stories their grandmas and grandpas were telling them about the land far away over the mountains and behind the rainbow, the land that was once home to the Magical Horses. But those tales that were once told by the fireplace in the winter are long gone. The people forgot the stories and some even forgot how to tell stories, so now the children cannot hear those stories anymore. This magic and mysticism are now long gone, long forgotten. Nobody ever wrote them down, those wondrous tales that had gone from generation to generation, from mouth to mouth, from ear to ear. Why did they stop so suddenly and why does nobody remember them? Well, nobody seems to know why, and because nobody knows, then nobody remembers ... Well, actually, this is not completely true, because there are still some who know, some who remember ... in fact, there are quite a few who still remember, and you just might be able to hear them talking every once in a while! If you are very close enough and very quiet, you might hear them - but you will have to be really, really quiet, to be able to understand the tiny voices. ..."Oh, I know," said one mouse to the other, "I know exactly how you feel. I too remember the stories I heard when I was young. That must have been such a joyful time, full of laughter and happiness all over the world ... I still can see myself sitting and listening to the stories the elders told us. What a blessing those horses were for everyone." "I know, I know," the other mouse agreed, "and how beautiful they must have been to look at ... My grandfather told me that their coats had all the colours of the rainbow; some shimmered golden, others blue like the sky. Oh, well." The older of the mice took a deep breath and shook his head very slowly. "It is so sad. It is so very sad. All is gone, all is lost ... " ...
Leo and Poldy looked at at each other and grabbed each other's hand. They both drew deep breaths, then stepped forward and passed underneath the big arched root and entered the deeper darker forest beyond. Very soon, the light began to grow dimmer and dimmer. Far up above the trees the sun was shining brightly and it was still just early in the afternoon, but deep in the forest of evergreens it was a completely different world. The air was very cool and very little light was able to find its way through the thick branches of the trees. As the trees swayed in the breeze, their motion played tricks with the dim light and weird shapes seemed to appear. Some spots of light danced on the moss like little trolls, around and around, left and right, up and down. Others took the shapes of big hands reaching out from behind trees and branches, as if connected to huge bodies concealed in the darkness beyond. Other shapes emerged - animals, dwarfs, giants - or were these only imaginary? And then the noises began, seeming to move out from deep within the forest, some sounding like voices whispering in the dark, others like feet stepping on dried twigs. It was eerie! "Did you hear that? There was a voice. I heard it right behind me, and something touched me, too, and there, I can see someone standing between those trees over there. Can you see it, Leo? Leo! Whatever it is, it's coming to get me!" Poldy panicked, and crashed wildly ahead. She ran and ran and ran, as fast as she could. She had to get out, out, out of that scary place. She ran and fell down, got up again and ran and ran. Leo was right behind her. They ran until they couldn't feel their feet anymore and they lost all track of time ...
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