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Seconds later, a magnificent Palomino ridden by what appeared to be a blond boy, thundered up the hill, rushing right toward him. Brian’s horse reared up, pawed wildly at the air and nearly dumped him out of the saddle. Quick reflexes kept him seated, but it was close. The rider veered at the last second and disappeared down the lake trail, Brian’s curses lost in a cloud of violent dust.
This was the moment I knew it was

flashfly. I really didn't have any doubt, but when I got to the part about phosphorescence, I was absolutely, without a *doubt* sure of it. You totally amaze me...

“Ever hear of phosphorescence?”

There was a moment of silence and then Brian said, “I was educated abroad.”

“Well, they obviously didn’t teach you how to answer a question. Was that a yes or a no?”

Brian took a sip to hide his smile. “That was a yes. Why?”

“I thought you might be interested in seeing something unique to this part of the country.”

“I’m always up for something different,” Brian drawled, standing up and setting his glass on the rail.

“All right then. I’ll meet you at the stables.” Justin made himself walk away, excitement and anticipation warring in his belly.

The trail they took was one Brian hadn’t been on. Narrow and winding, they rode it single file, Justin at the lead. Twice, he had to warn Brian to keep back. “You don’t want to get kicked by Apollo. He shattered a man’s leg last month who wouldn’t listen and rode too close.”

Before long, they came to a rocky outcrop, and Brian saw the entrance to a cave.

“This is it,” Justin said, jumping to the ground and tying Apollo to a nearby tree.

They entered a low passageway, lanterns held aloft, Justin leading the way. Fifty yards in, Brian became aware of a faint blue glow up ahead.

“Turn off your lantern,” Justin instructed.

As they continued, the glow intensified, becoming deeper, more vibrant. When they reached the source, a low, round room whose walls and ceiling glowed an intense shade of blue, Brian stopped dead in his tracks.

He’d never seen anything like it. It was unearthly.

Justin allowed Brian some minutes to take it in before speaking.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

Your writing amazes me. I could quote passages and little turns of phrase that make me happy, but I'd be here all day.

Oh what the heck, I have to do a few:
Brian’s thoroughbred thighs...

"...Mr. Kinney’s a scheming, self-absorbed peacock.”

Balls full of creamy come that never quit.

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