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"It is raining even now," said a slave, frightened, as the precipitation, turning like a whip in the hand of the wind, struck at the roof and then at the sides of the kennel, one side and then the other, and then, more steadily, fell again upon the roof. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 20, Sentence #206)

"We all are," said Relia. "I have heard a mariner whisper in terror," said a slave, "for he fears Tersites, the shipwright, is mad, and would do war against Thassa, would contemplate a journey to where the world is no more, where the seas, like a waterfall a thousand pasangs in width, plunge over the cliff of the world, to fall a thousand pasangs to the rocks of fire, from whence, as boiling steam, they arise until, chilled by the moons, they form clouds and fall again to the earth, as rain". "It is true," whispered a girl. "It is raining even now," said a slave, frightened, as the precipitation, turning like a whip in the hand of the wind, struck at the roof and then at the sides of the kennel, one side and then the other, and then, more steadily, fell again upon the roof. "I do not want to be taken to the World's End!" cried a girl. "Then slip your shackle," said Relia. There was then another great crash of thunder. - (Smugglers of Gor)