Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 4 | 49 | It would be safest to throw low. |
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Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 4 | 46 | The three weights at the end of the View more quotes about straps">straps were now almost blurring in the air and he, his song ended, the reins in his left hand, quiva blade now clenched between his teeth, bola in his swinging, uplifted right arm, suddenly cried out and kicked the kaiila into its charge. |
| 4 | 47 | He wants a kill, I told myself. |
| 4 | 48 | He is under the eyes of warriors of the other peoples. |
| 4 | 49 | It would be safest to throw low. |
| 4 | 50 | It would be a finer cast, however, to try for the throat or head. |
| 4 | 51 | How vain is he? How skillful is he? He would be both skillful and vain; he was Tuchuk. |
| 4 | 52 | To the head came the flashing bola moving in its hideous, swift revolution almost invisible in the air and I, instead of lowering my head or throwing myself to the ground, met instead the flying weighted leather with the blade of a Koroban short sword, with the edge that would divide silk dropped upon it, and the taut straps, two of them, flew from the blade and the other strap and the three weights looped off into the grass, and the Tuchuk at the same time, scarcely realizing what had occurred, leaped from the kaiila, quiva in hand, to find himself unexpectedly facing a braced warrior of Ko-ro-ba, sword drawn. |
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The three weights at the end of the straps were now almost blurring in the air and he, his song ended, the reins in his left hand, quiva blade now clenched between his teeth, bola in his swinging, uplifted right arm, suddenly cried out and kicked the kaiila into its charge.
He wants a kill, I told myself.
He is under the eyes of warriors of the other peoples.
It would be safest to throw low.
It would be a finer cast, however, to try for the throat or head.
How vain is he? How skillful is he? He would be both skillful and vain; he was Tuchuk.
To the head came the flashing bola moving in its hideous, swift revolution almost invisible in the air and I, instead of lowering my head or throwing myself to the ground, met instead the flying weighted leather with the blade of a Koroban short sword, with the edge that would divide silk dropped upon it, and the taut straps, two of them, flew from the blade and the other strap and the three weights looped off into the grass, and the Tuchuk at the same time, scarcely realizing what had occurred, leaped from the kaiila, quiva in hand, to find himself unexpectedly facing a braced warrior of Ko-ro-ba, sword drawn.
- (Nomads of Gor)