Only savage engines roamed that arid world, charging one another with snarling guns beneath those grinding treads. And two puny machine-less humans like Torcred and Ladna should die quickly. That they suddenly could become the most dangerous things alive must surely be some dead god's joke. The terrapin was traveling eighty miles an hour--far too fast for such uneven country. Over maddeningly repetitive dunes it scudded, rising with a swoop to each windward slope and hurtling clear of the ground beyond each wave-like crest, to plunge through the trough in a hurricane of flying sand.…
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