Horses

At least cars were better than horses. The internal combustion engine had been a godse-a blessi-a windfall for Crowley. The only horses he could be seen riding on business, in the old days, were big black jobs with eyes like flame and hooves that struck sparks. That was de rigueur for a demon. Usually, Crowley fell off. He wasn't much good with animals.

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Good Omens - Wednesday