Book 1. (1 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 6 | 8 | My View more quotes about heart">heart began to beat wildly, and I considered the facility with which I might yet wing my way from Ar. |
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Book 1. (7 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 6 | 5 | I brought him to rest on one of the steel projections that occasionally jut forth from the cylinders and serve as tarn perches. |
| 6 | 6 | The great bird opened and closed his wings, his steel-shod talons ringing on the metal perch as he changed his position, moving back and forth upon it. |
| 6 | 7 | At last, satisfied, he brought his wings against his body and remained still, except for the alert movements of his great head and the flash of those wicked eyes scrutinizing the streams of men and women on the nearby bridges. |
| 6 | 8 | My heart began to beat wildly, and I considered the facility with which I might yet wing my way from Ar. |
| 6 | 9 | Once a warrior without a helmet flew near, drunk, and challenged me for the perch, a wild tarnsman of low rank, spoiling for a fight. |
| 6 | 10 | If I had yielded the perch, it would have aroused suspicion immediately, for on Gor the only honorable reply to a challenge is to accept it promptly. |
| 6 | 11 | "May the Priest-Kings blast your bones," I shouted, as cheerfully as I could, adding, for good measure, "and may you thrive upon the excrement of tharlarions!" The latter recommendation, with its allusion to the loathed riding lizards used by many of the primitive clans of Gor, seemed to please him. |
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I brought him to rest on one of the steel projections that occasionally jut forth from the cylinders and serve as tarn perches.
The great bird opened and closed his wings, his steel-shod talons ringing on the metal perch as he changed his position, moving back and forth upon it.
At last, satisfied, he brought his wings against his body and remained still, except for the alert movements of his great head and the flash of those wicked eyes scrutinizing the streams of men and women on the nearby bridges.
My heart began to beat wildly, and I considered the facility with which I might yet wing my way from Ar.
Once a warrior without a helmet flew near, drunk, and challenged me for the perch, a wild tarnsman of low rank, spoiling for a fight.
If I had yielded the perch, it would have aroused suspicion immediately, for on Gor the only honorable reply to a challenge is to accept it promptly.
"May the Priest-Kings blast your bones," I shouted, as cheerfully as I could, adding, for good measure, "and may you thrive upon the excrement of tharlarions!" The latter recommendation, with its allusion to the loathed riding lizards used by many of the primitive clans of Gor, seemed to please him.
- (Tarnsman of Gor)