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I ran toward the workshop where Misk and I had left the ship we had fashioned from the transportation disk. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter 29, Sentence #14)

Clouds of particles from this destruction hung in the air, gray under the energy bulbs. The cones were methodically cutting geometrical patterns through the complex. Here and there where a human or Priest-King would dart into the open the cone nearest to him would focus on him and the human or Priest-King, like the buildings and the walls, would seem to break apart into powder. I ran toward the workshop where Misk and I had left the ship we had fashioned from the transportation disk. At one point I was faced with a ditch, cut by the disruption cones with geometrical precision in the very stone of the Nest. It lay across my path, perhaps thirty-five feet wide, perhaps forty feet deep. I cried out with dismay but knew what I must do, and retraced my steps to try the ditch. - (Priest-Kings of Gor)