"Perrin wrenched his eyes from her face 'You're not real You're something which takes the shape of my thoughts. Perhaps you killed Seguilo...'"
"He had believed in the shape called Seguilo; he had believed in the transceiver—and both had slavishly obeyed his expectations. So had the girl, and he had sent her away..."
"No human hands could force the door; it would take the strength of a mastodon, the talons of a rock choundril, the ferocity of a Maldene land-shark..."
"He peered through the window, heart in his mouth. A tall shape, indistinct."
"He listened. It must be near the door now. It would be lifting a heavy warm, the talons would glint in the moonlight."
"He knew what he would see; A black shape tall and round as a pole with eyes like coach-lamps. A huge black arm shoved inside. Perrin saw the talons gleam as the fingers reached for the bolt."
"Tomorrow night the moons would call up no yearning shapes form the streaming dark."
Jack Vance, When The Five Moons Rise
