{"quotes":[{"text":"The ride to Alicante had been like something out of a dream, or a cheesy romance novel. The two of them astride white stallions, galloping across the countryside, charging across emerald meadows and through a forest the color of flames. Isabelle's hair streamed behind her like a river of ink, and Simon had even managed not to fall off his horse--never a foregone conclusion.","author":"Cassandra Clare","tags":["aesthetic","art","i-would-like-to-draw-this"],"id":51175,"author_id":"Cassandra+Clare"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":1,"pages":1}}