Post by Buster on Apr 3, 2010 14:17:28 GMT 1
Here we have the first sentence (or few sentences) of 20 pony books. You'll probally get them pretty quickly as I don't own any particularly rare books. If nobody gets one, i'll keep adding the next sentence to it. Have fun !
An easy one to start...
Updated: The bits in bold are additional sentences
1. A little wind of evening crept inquisitivly into Tattles Stable. -Silver Snaffles
2. I shall never forget my first sight of Sparrow Cottage; the sun shone on the ancient tiles, green here and there with lichen and the passage of the years...-Riding with the Lyntons
3. 'Watch out! Watch out!'
'Holy mother of God!'
'By jove Henry, mind your back!'
Jenny stared, leaning over the fence, as everyone started to run. One foal had got loose from its handler and gone berserk, kicking like a rodeo star. The ring emptied, as if by magic, leaving the irish lad as red as a stop-light, chasing his charge. -Darkling
4. I can remember very well the first few weeks of my long stay at Tree Tops. For me they were very dull, although not univentful weeks. -I wanted a Pony
5. June was grooming Seagull. June was small and fair, and lived in one of the new houses only half a mile form the comprehensive school. -They Rode to Victory
6. I was born on a farm. It lay in a valley with gentle green hills on each side topped by tall trees. The fields were fenced by high hedges so there was always plenty of shelter from driving rain, and clumps of trees gave us shade in summer. My mother was dark brown with a beautiful head and a large, kind eye. Our master called her Ladybird, and she was a great favorite with him. He rode her to hounds, and about the farm. Sometimes on market days, she pulled the high-wheeled trap. -Black Velvet
7. The dream gripped Jinny Manders, pulling her down into its depths. -Ride like the Wind
8. The colt, Folly, son of old Specs was two months old that year when spring first came to the farm on the hill where the old horses lived in peace. -The Horses of Follyfoot
9. They were ready. They mounted and rode out of their stable yard, along the street, past the station; there was a breeze in their faces which to Joanna seemed to smell already of moors, of bracken and heather, peat and bog. Anthony was thinking, this time next year I shall be in the army, this is my last summer on the moors. He was holding each movement in his hand; it seemed his last summer without responsibilities, next year he might be anywhere- Cyprus, Germany, the Middle East.
10. It was on the second day of our summer holidays that Daddy came home after evening surgery, his long face longer than ever, and said he was afraid he was the bearer of bad news: Mr Jackson had had a terrible accident. -Fear Treks the Moor
11. "Dylan, wake up, we're almost there honey!" Dylan walsh blinked her eyes open. Glancing out the window she saw whitewashed fences lining lush green pastures. -Chestnut Hill- The New Class
12. The first place that I can well remember was a large pleasant meadow with a pond of clear water in it. Some shady trees leaned over it, and rushes and water-lilies grew at the deep end. -Black Beauty
13. We had just returned from school. Angus had thrown his briefcase down in the hall.-Phantom Horse goes to Ireland
14. There was death at the beginning, as there would be death again at its end. Though whether it was some fleeting shadow of this that passed across the girls dreams and woke her on that least likely of mornings she would never know. All she knew when she opened her eyes, was that the world was somehow altered. The red glow of her alarm showed it was yet a half-hour till the time she had set it to wake her and she lay quite still, not lifting her head, trying to configure the change. It was dark, but not as dark as it should be. Across the bedtoom, she could clearly make out the dull glint of her riding trophies on cluttered shelves and above them, the looming faces of rock stars she had once thought she should care about.
15. I suppose last winter was one of the most eventful in my life. Everything began on a wet december day with an east wind which cut throught you like a knife, and a sky whic promised nothing but rain. -The Impossible Horse
16. It was Katy's birthday, and it was turning out to be the non-event of the year, just like all the birthdays she could remember. -Katy's Exmoor
17. "One-hundered and fourty four cloves. Do you really think I have to count each one?" asked my brother Laurence. standing with a recipe for mulled wine in one hand, and a jar of cinnamon in the other. -Goodbye to Hounds
18. Alice Drummond waved goodbye to Mr Crankshaw and rode her dun pony, Saffron, down the track to the river. -Pony Club Challenge
19. "I dont call it a real job. Not a mans job. All right for a girl like Pat with something behind her", Mrs Smith said. -The Second Mount
20. Jonathan, watching his mother sifting through the Pony Club files, saw her suddenly not as his mother, but as a formidable, efficient, clever, middle-ages woman. It came as quite a shock. -The Team
An easy one to start...
Updated: The bits in bold are additional sentences
1. A little wind of evening crept inquisitivly into Tattles Stable. -Silver Snaffles
2. I shall never forget my first sight of Sparrow Cottage; the sun shone on the ancient tiles, green here and there with lichen and the passage of the years...-Riding with the Lyntons
3. 'Watch out! Watch out!'
'Holy mother of God!'
'By jove Henry, mind your back!'
Jenny stared, leaning over the fence, as everyone started to run. One foal had got loose from its handler and gone berserk, kicking like a rodeo star. The ring emptied, as if by magic, leaving the irish lad as red as a stop-light, chasing his charge. -Darkling
4. I can remember very well the first few weeks of my long stay at Tree Tops. For me they were very dull, although not univentful weeks. -I wanted a Pony
5. June was grooming Seagull. June was small and fair, and lived in one of the new houses only half a mile form the comprehensive school. -They Rode to Victory
6. I was born on a farm. It lay in a valley with gentle green hills on each side topped by tall trees. The fields were fenced by high hedges so there was always plenty of shelter from driving rain, and clumps of trees gave us shade in summer. My mother was dark brown with a beautiful head and a large, kind eye. Our master called her Ladybird, and she was a great favorite with him. He rode her to hounds, and about the farm. Sometimes on market days, she pulled the high-wheeled trap. -Black Velvet
7. The dream gripped Jinny Manders, pulling her down into its depths. -Ride like the Wind
8. The colt, Folly, son of old Specs was two months old that year when spring first came to the farm on the hill where the old horses lived in peace. -The Horses of Follyfoot
9. They were ready. They mounted and rode out of their stable yard, along the street, past the station; there was a breeze in their faces which to Joanna seemed to smell already of moors, of bracken and heather, peat and bog. Anthony was thinking, this time next year I shall be in the army, this is my last summer on the moors. He was holding each movement in his hand; it seemed his last summer without responsibilities, next year he might be anywhere- Cyprus, Germany, the Middle East.
10. It was on the second day of our summer holidays that Daddy came home after evening surgery, his long face longer than ever, and said he was afraid he was the bearer of bad news: Mr Jackson had had a terrible accident. -Fear Treks the Moor
11. "Dylan, wake up, we're almost there honey!" Dylan walsh blinked her eyes open. Glancing out the window she saw whitewashed fences lining lush green pastures. -Chestnut Hill- The New Class
12. The first place that I can well remember was a large pleasant meadow with a pond of clear water in it. Some shady trees leaned over it, and rushes and water-lilies grew at the deep end. -Black Beauty
13. We had just returned from school. Angus had thrown his briefcase down in the hall.-Phantom Horse goes to Ireland
14. There was death at the beginning, as there would be death again at its end. Though whether it was some fleeting shadow of this that passed across the girls dreams and woke her on that least likely of mornings she would never know. All she knew when she opened her eyes, was that the world was somehow altered. The red glow of her alarm showed it was yet a half-hour till the time she had set it to wake her and she lay quite still, not lifting her head, trying to configure the change. It was dark, but not as dark as it should be. Across the bedtoom, she could clearly make out the dull glint of her riding trophies on cluttered shelves and above them, the looming faces of rock stars she had once thought she should care about.
15. I suppose last winter was one of the most eventful in my life. Everything began on a wet december day with an east wind which cut throught you like a knife, and a sky whic promised nothing but rain. -The Impossible Horse
16. It was Katy's birthday, and it was turning out to be the non-event of the year, just like all the birthdays she could remember. -Katy's Exmoor
17. "One-hundered and fourty four cloves. Do you really think I have to count each one?" asked my brother Laurence. standing with a recipe for mulled wine in one hand, and a jar of cinnamon in the other. -Goodbye to Hounds
18. Alice Drummond waved goodbye to Mr Crankshaw and rode her dun pony, Saffron, down the track to the river. -Pony Club Challenge
19. "I dont call it a real job. Not a mans job. All right for a girl like Pat with something behind her", Mrs Smith said. -The Second Mount
20. Jonathan, watching his mother sifting through the Pony Club files, saw her suddenly not as his mother, but as a formidable, efficient, clever, middle-ages woman. It came as quite a shock. -The Team