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Were there not rumors of monsters, behemoths, the strike of whose thrashing tails could shatter hulls, of watery countries of impassable, seeking, floating, thick, clutching vines, avid to ensnare travelers, of inescapable spinning wells in the sea, capturing and sinking even the largest of vessels? And what of the abyss, beyond the brink of Thassa, where ships fell, plunging a thousand pasangs down, perishing? Who would wish to go there? Who would dare to look upon such a place? Who would wish to be swept over the edge of a world? "You are one of them," he said. - (Avengers of Gor, Chapter 1, Sentence #67)

"Those slain, those fleeing, those seized? The roasted beast, turning on its spit, does not extinguish the flames in which it cooks. Its dripping grease feeds the fire". We were on Chios, the closest of the three 'Farther Islands', Chios, Thera, and Daphna, those islands beyond Tyros and Cos, once taken as marking the end of a world, beyond which lay only terror and mystery, and the devouring, waiting, stirring vastness of turbulent thassa, the sea, fierce summoner of winds, raiser of storms, caster of fire, player with ships, jealous of her secrets. Were there not rumors of monsters, behemoths, the strike of whose thrashing tails could shatter hulls, of watery countries of impassable, seeking, floating, thick, clutching vines, avid to ensnare travelers, of inescapable spinning wells in the sea, capturing and sinking even the largest of vessels? And what of the abyss, beyond the brink of thassa, where ships fell, plunging a thousand pasangs down, perishing? Who would wish to go there? Who would dare to look upon such a place? Who would wish to be swept over the edge of a world? "You are one of them," he said. "One of whom?" I said. "Those who did these things," he said, "those who came with axes, flaming brands, swords, and chains". "No," I said. - (Avengers of Gor, Chapter 1)