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144 pages, Hardcover
First published October 9, 2025
He [the Daemon] had promised speed; and he had promised ease and the saving of time. But as for speed: before long the Via Maxima [Bovadium’s main street] was packed with an unceasing stream of Motores crawling so slowly from halt to halt that a man on foot could (like an animal) walk its whole length and back to find a ‘mounted’ friend only ten yards further on his way, while the horn of his Motor trumpeted in vexation. And as for ease: the ‘owners’ now had a multitude of cares (tending the ailments of the monsters, and seeking places where to leave them) which consumed most of their time to no purpose.
It is true that there were not a few who had ceased to govern their Motores, but had become their servants, finding chief pleasure in waiting on them. Such men cared very little what their Motores did, so long as their skins shone and they purred. Indeed on the days formerly set aside for prayers and rites in the temples many would now wheel their Motores out upon a platform before their houses and there tend them and worship them, prostrate upon the ground. On these days the Motores looked indeed as if prepared for a great ceremony, but their ‘owenrs’ were content with the dirty garments of slaves […] For those who had purchased ‘speed’ now often sat for hours looking at the unsavoury hinder-end of a Motor in front, and so great a fury was engendered in them that, when released, they rushed headlong like madmen, slaying any fools on foot that they met, or crashing recklessly into rival Motores. In this way thousands were dismembered or burned to death.