↑The Sea of Time, "Chapter IX: Into the Wastes", III — "It folded with a glare and a whistling hiss, bringing the saddle within reach. She stepped on its leg and swung her own over its back. It rose with a forward jolt that nearly dislodged her. 'All right,' she murmured as its head bobbed high above her own on its long stalk of a neck. 'Your name is Lurcher, and don’t you dare throw me off.' "