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From beneath the bird there came a long, shivering moan, a helpless, uncontrolled sound from the golden prey seized in its talons. - (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter 15, Sentence #34)

He continues to mount the birds, to climb to their saddle with a heart filled with joy, to draw upon the one-strap and, with a cry of exultation, to urge the monster aloft. More than the gold of a hundred merchants, more than the countless cylinders of Ar, he treasures those sublime, lonely moments, high over the earth, cut by the wind, he and the bird as one creature, alone, lofty, swift, free. Let it be said simply I was pleased, for I was on tarnback again. From beneath the bird there came a long, shivering moan, a helpless, uncontrolled sound from the golden prey seized in its talons. I cursed myself for a thoughtless fool, for in the exhilaration of the flight, incomprehensible though it seems to me now, I had forgotten the Tatrix. How frightful for her must have been those minutes of flight, grasped in the talons, hundreds of feet above the plains of Tharna, not knowing if she might be dropped at any instant, or carried to some ledge to be ripped to pieces by that monstrous beak, those hideous steel-shod talons. I looked behind me to see if there was pursuit. - (Outlaw of Gor)