While the riders all looked different, their six horses matched so exactly you could have sworn they were clones of each other. They were all the same height, around fourteen-two, with deep liver chestnut coats, white socks and flaxen manes and tails. Their legs were as finely turned as ballet dancers, and their delicate Arab blood showed through in their arched necks and dished noses. "Ohmygod!" Issie gasped. She stared at the horses, too shocked to speak. Then she turned to Stella. "Is it just me or do you see it too?"

Stella nodded, "Totally!"

'Issie," Kate said, "those horses…they all look just like Blaze!"