The Scorpio Races

by Maggie Stiefvater

He controls the horse like a fishing boat controls the sea.

This simile made me laugh out loud! Sadly, I have had the experience of feeling this way on top of a horse, but more to my amusement I have watched others in this predicament. I loved the analogy.

And that’s what Skarmouth has done, after dark: It’s turned into an entirely different Skarmouth from the one I’ve known my whole life, and I don’t feel like letting it kiss me on the mouth anytime soon.

A wonderful visual of the transformation a sleepy little burg can make from innocent daytime light to nasty nighttime shenanigans.

I hope he doesn’t, because my character’s improved a lot since then. Nowadays I would’ve only thought the spitting part instead of saying it to his face.