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Were it not for him I might have recovered consciousness, if at all, only in the cold, disturbed water by the delta wall, thrashing silently, gripped in the teeth of tharlarion. - (Quarry of Gor, Chapter 24, Sentence #230)

There was much here that made me terribly afraid and much which I did not understand. Why would the Lady Dorna, a free woman, want to have an innocent slave cast to tharlarion? Was she angry that I had not revealed secrets to her, that Adraste was the former Lady Julia Leta, scion of a minor banking family, the Claudian Marcelliani, their house on Ar's Street of Coins? And why was it that the Lady Dorna, if a free woman, was without money? And, interestingly, if she spoke the truth, the funds she had access to were in the coinage of Ar, a city far distant, and inland, from Port Kar. It seemed I owed my life to Addison Steele. Were it not for him I might have recovered consciousness, if at all, only in the cold, disturbed water by the delta wall, thrashing silently, gripped in the teeth of tharlarion. I was sure, from where I had recovered consciousness and how I was dressed, that he had not sold me. Why had he left me where he had, uncollared and clad in garments strange for Gor? Why had he not taken me back to the Golden Chain? Was he in danger, for having spared me? Why had he spared me? I was only a slave. But perhaps I had been spared because I was a slave. - (Quarry of Gor)