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Again, as I had long ago, on the first day of my escape from Shipcamp, I thought I saw a beast's head in the shadows, looking at me, a large, broad, motionless head. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 48, Sentence #38)

I was too clever for them! But what could I do, marked, tunicked, and collared, easily identifiable, female and slave, where could I go? But the difficulty now was to manage the crossing. I glanced to my left, and my attention was suddenly arrested, fearfully so, in a moment of terror. For an instant I could not move. Again, as I had long ago, on the first day of my escape from Shipcamp, I thought I saw a beast's head in the shadows, looking at me, a large, broad, motionless head. I had then regarded it with greater care, and found that it was no more than a misconstrued pattern in the forest, an artifact of perception, a misinterpreted mixture of brush and branches, light and shadow. It was no more than the creature of my fear. I laughed with relief. - (Smugglers of Gor)