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The bird's eyes, perhaps for the first time in his life, were filled with terror, blind uncomprehending terror. - (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter 20, Sentence #94)

I wondered—an eerie suspicion that suddenly swept through me—if the Sardar Mountains might actually be empty—if there might be nothing, simply nothing but the wind and the snow in those gloomy mountains, and if men worshipped, unknowingly, nothing. What of the interminable prayers of the Initiates, the sacrifices, the observances, the rituals, the innumerable shrines, altars and temples to the Priest-Kings? Could it be that the smoke of the burning sacrifices, the fragrance of the incense, the mumblings of the Initiates, their prostrations and grovelings were all addressed to nothing but the empty peaks of the Sardar, to the snow, and the cold and the wind that howled among those black crags? Suddenly the tarn screamed and shuddered in the air! The thought of the emptiness of the Sardar Range was banished from my mind, for here was evidence of the Priest-Kings! It was almost as if the bird had been seized by an invisible fist. I could sense nothing. The bird's eyes, perhaps for the first time in his life, were filled with terror, blind uncomprehending terror. I could see nothing. Protesting, screaming, the great bird began to reel helplessly downward. Its vast wings futilely, wildly, struck out, uncoordinated and frenetic, like the limbs of a drowning swimmer. - (Outlaw of Gor)