The road to death is crooked, even for a god. Your three-legged fish-tailed horses never want to pull in the
same direction so the chariot lurches and jerks forward in a confused motion, driving the charioteer to curse, to
use the whip, sometimes to crash against crusty underwater cliffs or plummet into sudden drop-offs in the sea floor.
~ Gail Wronsky, Under The Capsized Boat We Fly