And in the whiteness, of the whiteness, flowering in the tattered water, their bodies aching with the streaked marble hollows of the waves, their manes and tails and the fragile beards of the males burning in the sunlight, their eyes as dark and jeweled as the deep sea -- and the shining of the horns, the seashell shining of the horns! The horns came riding in like the rainbow masts of silver ships. -by Peter S. Beagle /The Last Unicorn

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"I suppose I was young when I first saw them," King Haggard said. "Now I must be old -- at least I have picked many more things up than I had then, and put them all down again. But I always knew that nothing was worth the investment of my heart, because nothing lasts, and I was right, and so I was always old. Yet each time I see my unicorns, it is like that morning in the woods, and I am truly young in spite of myself, and anything can happen in a world that holds such beauty." -by Peter S. Beagle The Last Unicorn


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And in the whiteness, of the whiteness, flowering in the tattered water, their bodies aching with the streaked marble hollows of the waves, their manes and tails and the fragile beards of the males burning in the sunlight, their eyes as dark and jeweled as the deep sea -- and the shining of the horns, the seashell shining of the horns! The horns came riding in like the rainbow masts of silver ships. -by Peter S. Beagle The Last Unicorn
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