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How grateful for the bars was I then! The figure astride the winged monster had not looked toward the mountain, the ledge, the cell. - (Witness of Gor, Chapter 8, Sentence #653)

My hands were clenched on the bars. Moving from the right toward the left, some yards above the level of the ledge, some seventy or so yards out from it, I saw a gigantic hawklike creature, a monstrous, titanic bird, of incredible dimension. It must have had a wingspan of some forty feet in breadth! It is difficult to convey the terribleness, the size, the speed, the savagery, the power, the ferocity, the clearly predatory, clearly carnivorous nature of such a thing! But the most incredible thing, to my mind, was that I saw, in the moment or two it was in my visual field, that this monster was harnessed and saddled, and, astride it, was a helmeted figure, that of a man! I almost fainted behind the bars. How grateful for the bars was I then! The figure astride the winged monster had not looked toward the mountain, the ledge, the cell. What had lain in this direction had apparently not concerned him. Indeed, what could be of importance here, what worth considering? I clung to the bars. My holding to them kept me from falling. - (Witness of Gor)