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The tail, like a twig, had struck loose the lamp pole, hurling it, spinning, flaming oil spilling, yards away into the circle of darkness outside the ring of lamplight on the dark, briny water. - (Tribesmen of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #208)

The Old One turned, its vast sicklelike tail snapping across the beams. It caught the man's leg between itself and the salt tub, breaking the leg, turning it suddenly oddly inward below the knee. But it had not been the man, we surmised, that the Old One had wanted. The tail, like a twig, had struck loose the lamp pole, hurling it, spinning, flaming oil spilling, yards away into the circle of darkness outside the ring of lamplight on the dark, briny water. "Bring the lamps to the center of the raft," said T'Zshal. "Stand within the frame of the salt tubs". Bits of oil burned briefly on the water, scattered from the struck lamp. - (Tribesmen of Gor)