Doglands (2011)
“When they got Furgul out of the sack, they didn’t untie the ropes until they’d fastened a choke-collar around his neck. The choke-collar and leash were made of steel chain. They also put a muzzle over his snout. He couldn’t bite and he couldn’t run away. Furgul decided there was no point in fighting until he had a chance to win. When they pulled on the leash, he jumped from the back of the truck without resistance.
It was morning now, and the scents he’d smelled on the dognappers—cotton candy, ...hot dogs and engine grease—saturated the air. As Tattoo pulled him along with vicious—and unnecessary—tugs on the choker, Furgul took a look around.
They were on a sprawl of wasteland at the edge of a town. The wasteland was covered with enormous, dirty machines and with funny little brightly colored shacks full of gimcracks and glitter. In fact, the whole place seemed to be built from color and dirt.
There was a giant wheel festooned with colored buckets. There was a railway that went up and down—over towering peaks and plunging dips—with colored carriages sitting in a row on the tracks.MoreLess
It was morning now, and the scents he’d smelled on the dognappers—cotton candy, ...hot dogs and engine grease—saturated the air. As Tattoo pulled him along with vicious—and unnecessary—tugs on the choker, Furgul took a look around.
They were on a sprawl of wasteland at the edge of a town. The wasteland was covered with enormous, dirty machines and with funny little brightly colored shacks full of gimcracks and glitter. In fact, the whole place seemed to be built from color and dirt.
There was a giant wheel festooned with colored buckets. There was a railway that went up and down—over towering peaks and plunging dips—with colored carriages sitting in a row on the tracks.MoreLess
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