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With a sickening lurch and sharp jolt of pain the two tarnsmen brought their birds into the air. - (Tarnsman of Gor, Chapter 14, Sentence #134)

Merchants must keep their friends on both sides of the fence, for who knows if Marlenus may not once more sit upon the throne of Ar?" I must have uttered a sound of joy, for Marlenus quickly placed his hand over my mouth. He asked no more if he should kill me, but rose to his feet and walked away, under the snapping wing of one of the tarns, and waved farewell. "Good-bye, Warrior," he called. With a sickening lurch and sharp jolt of pain the two tarnsmen brought their birds into the air. For a moment I swung between the birds, and then, perhaps a hundred feet in the air, the tarnsmen, at a prearranged signal—a sharp blast of a tarn whistle from the ground—turned their birds in opposite directions. The sudden wrenching pain seemed to rip my body. I think I inadvertently screamed. - (Tarnsman of Gor)