| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Light of Western Stars by Zane Grey: tranquil, luxurious, brilliant, varied, yet always the same.
She was not surprised to find the hour late, and was going to
make inquiry about her brother when a voice arrested her. She
recognized Miss Kingsley's voice addressing some one outside, and
it had a sharpness she had not noted before.
"So you came back, did you? Well, you don't look very proud of
yourself this mawnin'. Gene Stewart, you look like a coyote."
"Say, Flo if I am a coyote I'm not going to sneak," he said.
"What 'd you come for?" she demanded.
"I said I was coming round to take my medicine."
"Meaning you'll not run from Al Hammond? Gene, your skull is as
The Light of Western Stars |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Dorothy and the Wizard in Oz by L. Frank Baum: strange plant they had used, and when the buggy was in the middle of
the stream the Wizard returned to the bank to assist Zeb and Jim.
The horse was plunging madly about, and two or three deep gashes
appeared upon its flanks, from which the blood flowed freely.
"Run for the river!" shouted the Wizard, and Jim quickly freed himself
from his unseen tormenters by a few vicious kicks and then obeyed.
As soon as he trotted out upon the surface of the river he found
himself safe from pursuit, and Zeb was already running across the water
toward Dorothy.
As the little Wizard turned to follow them he felt a hot breath
against his cheek and heard a low, fierce growl. At once he began
Dorothy and the Wizard in Oz |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Desert Gold by Zane Grey: along Camino del Diablo, that terrible Devil's Road, where many
desert wayfarers had perished. Ladd had long been overdue in a
prearranged meeting with Gale. The fact that Ladd had not shown
up miles west of the Papago Well was significant.
The sun had hidden behind clouds all the latter part of that day,
an unusual occurrence for that region even in winter. And now,
as the light waned suddenly, telling of the hidden sunset, a cold
dry, penetrating wind sprang up and blew in Gale's face. Not at
first, but by imperceptible degrees it chilled him. He untied his
coat from the back of the saddle and put it on. A few cold drops
of rain touched his cheek.
Desert Gold |
