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It was she who had not pitied me in the tunic of fire, she who had subjected me to the stifling, acrid, horrid fumes of interrogation, she who had wanted me cast from the delta wall to tharlarion, she who had tried to buy me at the Lesser Al-Ka Market, doubtless to fulfil the murderous intention which had been frustrated by Addison Steele, reluctant to "waste a slave". - (Quarry of Gor, Chapter 37, Sentence #95)

I knew the voice! I was terrified. "Hold! Do not move!" she cried. For a moment I could not move, for fear. It was she who had not pitied me in the tunic of fire, she who had subjected me to the stifling, acrid, horrid fumes of interrogation, she who had wanted me cast from the delta wall to tharlarion, she who had tried to buy me at the Lesser Al-Ka Market, doubtless to fulfil the murderous intention which had been frustrated by Addison Steele, reluctant to "waste a slave". I broke into a wild, desperate run, away, anything to escape she who styled herself Dorna of Tharna. I had no desire to be cast from the height of the delta wall into the jaws of waiting, clustered, thrashing tharlarion, churning about, anticipating fighting for a part of the wall's offering. "Hold!" she shrieked. - (Quarry of Gor)