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I could see it rippling, and splashing a bit against the edge of the marbled basin. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 18, Sentence #35)

Your turn will come!" I stood as still as I could. My feet and legs felt cold and yet as if they were burning—presumably the acids of the pool were at work. As nearly as I could determine the pool was thick, rubbery, gelatinous, only in the area near to my body. I could see it rippling, and splashing a bit against the edge of the marbled basin. Indeed, it was even lower toward the edge now, and had humped itself in my vicinity, as though in time it might climb my body and, in some hours perhaps, engulf me. But doubtless by then I would have been half digested, much of me little more than a cream of fluids and proteins then mixing with and nourishing the substance of my devourer—the Yellow Pool of Turia. I pushed now, with all my might, not toward the edge of the marbled basin, but rather toward the deepest part of the pool. - (Nomads of Gor)