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The stars over the city were clear and bright, the coursing moons white with splendor against the black space of the Gorean night. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 13, Sentence #304)

Mip too seemed charged and alive. We looked about, at the cylinders and lights and bridges. It was a fresh, cool summer evening. The stars over the city were clear and bright, the coursing moons white with splendor against the black space of the Gorean night. Mip took his tarn streaking among the cylinders and I, on my tarn, followed him. The first time I attempted to use the harness, though I was aware of the danger, I overdrew the strap and the suddenness of the bird as it veered in flight threw me against the two narrow safety straps; the small, broad, rapid-beating wings of the racing tarn permit shifts and turns that would be impossible with a larger, heavier, longer-winged bird. With a tap on the two-strap I took the bird in a sudden breathtaking sweep to the high right and in an instant had joined Mip in flight. - (Assassin of Gor)