I was nothing with these proud, free, dangerous, brave women, these independent, superb, unfearing,
resourceful, fierce felines, panther girls of the northern forests of Gor. They were swift, and beautiful, and arrogant, like Verna. They were armed and could protect themselves, and did not need men. They could make men slaves, if they wished, and sell them later, if they were displeased with them or wearied of them. And they could fight with knives and knew the trails and tress of the vast forests.They feared nothing and needed nothing.
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