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The fluid now had reached Saphrar's chin and his head was back to try and keep his nose and mouth above the surface. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 26, Sentence #360)

Then Saphrar, merchant of Turia, struggled, pounding against the caked material near to him, to prevent his being drawn under. The eyes were bulging perhaps a quarter of an inch from the little round head and the mouth, with its two golden teeth, now emptied of ost venom, seemed to be screaming but there was no sound. "The egg," Kamchak informed him, "was the egg of a tharlarion—it was worthless". The fluid now had reached Saphrar's chin and his head was back to try and keep his nose and mouth above the surface. His head shook with horror. "Please!" he cried once more, the syllable lost in the bubbling yellow mass that reached into his mouth. "Remember Kutaituchik," said Kamchak, and the filamentous fibers about the merchant's legs and ankles drew him slowly downward. - (Nomads of Gor)