Oh, we take you into slaughter without a moment's thought. And yes, some of you come to enjoy it, to lust for that cacophony, that violence, the reek of blood.And so we share with you, dear horse, our peculiar madness. But who judges us for this crime against you and your kind?No one.Unless your horses have a god.
-Steven Erikson
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