Destiny and the Wild Horses first published in paperback in Great Britain by HarperCollins Children's Books in 2008.Stardust and the Daredevil Ponies first published in paperback in Great Britain by HarperCollins Children's Books in 2008. First published as a two-in-one edition as Destiny and Stardust in Great Britain by HarperCollins Children's Books in 2010.
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One of the best feelings in the world is waking up and thinking, Ohmygod, Iâm late for school! That isnât the good bit obviously. The good bit comes in a sudden rush a few seconds later when you realise that you donât have to go to school after all because today isnât an ordinary Monday â itâs the first day of the summer holidays!
Issie was savouring that exact moment right now as she lay snuggled up in bed. She gave her legs a big, wriggly stretch underneath the duvet. There was something so luxurious about lying there, knowing that she didnât have to hurry up and put her uniform on and pack her book bag. No school for two whole months. And this summer promised to be the best ever.
Issie had big plans for the holidays. And most of those plans involved Blaze, her chestnut Anglo-Arab mare. Summer meant pony-club season. There would be gymkhanas, ribbon days and one-day events to ride, and Issie had Blaze in perfect condition ready for competition.
Her pony had been schooling beautifully ever since Issie got her back from Francoise Dâarth. They had been having regular dressage lessons with Tom Avery and she was amazed at how responsive and clever her horse was. Now that Issie and Tom knew Blazeâs real background â that she had once been part of a famous troupe of dancing Arabians â they had begun to try new things with her. Under Averyâs tutelage, Blaze and Issie had easily mastered fancy moves like shoulder-ins and piaffes.
âThat mare is the perfect school mistress for you,â Avery told her. âWeâre going to make huge strides in your training this summer, Issie.â
Avery was confident that Blaze was ready to compete in the summer series dressage competitions at the Chevalier Point Pony Club which began that weekend. âYouâll only be in the novice section so there certainly wouldnât be any piaffes in your dressage test,â he said.
Still, Issie was nervous. She had never done dressage on Blaze before. What if the mare got all heated up and panicked in the arena? What if she forgot the test and got lost halfway through?
âDonât be ridiculous!â Stella had told Issie when she blabbed her fears. âYou and Blaze have practised your test, like, at least twenty times! I still donât know it and Coco is being so stubborn lately she wonât even lead on the correct leg when she canters. Sheâs being a total nightmare!â
With the competition looming, Stella, Issie and Kate all agreed that they needed more dressage practice, so Tom Avery had arranged a training session for the Chevalier Point riders at the pony club that morning.
Issie gave one last squirm under the duvet. It was so warm and comfy she still didnât want to get up. âOne, two, three!â she counted herself out of bed, jumping up on three and making a dash across the bedroom to the pile of washing on the floor. She pulled on her jodhpurs and grabbed a hair band off her dresser, sweeping her long, straight, dark hair back in a ponytail as she headed down the stairs.