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The bullet, she was sure, had been well placed, casually, and at short range. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 27, Sentence #942)

The rope on her neck whipped behind her, sped by a rushing rear paw. Then the sleen were at the body, tearing and scratching through the leather, through the clothing. Ellen thought for an instant that the eyes of he whom Selius Arconious had briefly held had opened for an agonized instant, the body understanding that it was being eaten, but this was doubtless merely a consequence of its subjection to the frenzied molestation. The bullet, she was sure, had been well placed, casually, and at short range. The body was probably dead before it reached the grass, fallen before the sandals of the stunned, disbelieving Selius Arconious, he shaken from the noise and the horror, his knife held lamely in his hand. "How will we now communicate with the beasts?" asked Mirus. Kardok stood up, his height expanding upward, almost as though he were slowly, somehow unnaturally enlarging, to something like nine feet. - (Prize of Gor)