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Book 1. (1 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Individual Quote)

She screamed hysterically, trying to force the adhesive band from her waist. - (Tarnsman of Gor, Chapter 6, Sentence #136)
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6 136 She screamed hysterically, View more quotes about trying">trying to force the adhesive band from her waist.

Book 1. (7 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Context Quote)

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6 133 In that instant I recognized the heavy brocaded robes, now mud-splattered and torn, of the daughter of the Ubar.
6 134 Scarcely had she broken into the clearing, splashing through the shallow greenish waters near us, than the fearsome head of a wild tharlarion poked through the reeds, its round, shining eyes gleaming with excitement, its vast arc of a mouth swung open.
6 135 Almost too rapid to be visible, a long brown lash of a tongue darted from its mouth and curled around the slender, helpless figure of the girl.
6 136 She screamed hysterically, trying to force the adhesive band from her waist.
6 137 It began to withdraw toward the mouth of the beast.
6 138 Without thinking, I leaped from the back of Nar, seizing one of the long, tendril-like vines that parasitically interlace the gnarled forms of the swamp trees.
6 139 In an instant I had splashed into the marsh at the foot of the tree and raced toward the tharlarion, my sword raised.
In that instant I recognized the heavy brocaded robes, now mud-splattered and torn, of the daughter of the Ubar. Scarcely had she broken into the clearing, splashing through the shallow greenish waters near us, than the fearsome head of a wild tharlarion poked through the reeds, its round, shining eyes gleaming with excitement, its vast arc of a mouth swung open. Almost too rapid to be visible, a long brown lash of a tongue darted from its mouth and curled around the slender, helpless figure of the girl. She screamed hysterically, trying to force the adhesive band from her waist. It began to withdraw toward the mouth of the beast. Without thinking, I leaped from the back of Nar, seizing one of the long, tendril-like vines that parasitically interlace the gnarled forms of the swamp trees. In an instant I had splashed into the marsh at the foot of the tree and raced toward the tharlarion, my sword raised. - (Tarnsman of Gor)