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I looked down, at the ropes of men, not yet to the top. - (Blood Brothers of Gor, Chapter 47, Sentence #316)

Then tarns, screaming, talons raking, wings beating, hurtled among the startled soldiers on the ledge, seizing and tearing at them, blasts of wind even from the wings forcing some back over the edge. The defenders leaped forward. We landed our tarns among a litter of bodies, red and white, on the ledge. I looked down, at the ropes of men, not yet to the top. "Let those with tarns, who lost women and children at the summer camp, attend to these," I said. In a moment tarns had swept again from the ledge and then, seizing ropes and men in talons, at the very rock face itself, dragged dangling, screaming men from the sheer surface; ropes and men, tangled, were pulled away from the surface; ropes and men, torn loose from hand and footholds, unsupported, sped twisting and turning to the rocks below. I raced across the top of Council Rock, men behind me. - (Blood Brothers of Gor)