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I now stood on my feet, stupefied, staring down at the wagons, the birds being brought to the perches. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 16, Sentence #233)

I could not breathe. Throughout the stands, startling those multitudes, unsettling the other birds being drawn by the horned tharlarion on the low carts, there was heard the sudden shrill, ringing challenge scream of a tarn, unhooded, a giant tarn, black, a wild mountain cry of one of Gor's fiercest, most beautiful predators, that might have been heard in the sharp crags of the Mountains of Thentis, famed for its tarn flocks, or even among the red peaks of the lofty, magnificent Voltai itself, or perhaps in battle far above the swirling land below as tarnsmen met in duels to the death. "It is not even a racing tarn," said a man nearby. I now stood on my feet, stupefied, staring down at the wagons, the birds being brought to the perches. "They tell me," said Relius, "that the bird is from the city of Ko-ro-ba". I stood there, not speaking, my limbs weak. Behind me I heard Virginia and Phyllis cry out with pain. - (Assassin of Gor)