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I heard the spinal column snap, and thrust the form over the ring, and, a long moment later, heard it strike the deck below. - (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 12, Sentence #373)

I clung to the knife wrist, with an oarsman's grasp. A hand tore at my hair, pulling my head back, and then scratched across my face. I put my head down, and seized the body with my right arm, so his hand could not reach me, and thrust the body back, toward the ring, and pinned it against the ring, and pressed it back, and back. I heard the spinal column snap, and thrust the form over the ring, and, a long moment later, heard it strike the deck below. I could not understand why the alarm bar had not rung. I staggered back, panting, against the mast. The mast swung with the rolling of the ship, a surprising swell, perhaps from the helmsman's work. - (Mariners of Gor)