Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 8 | 319 | She View more quotes about must">must then have counted about three beats to herself, and then she began to break her running pattern, moving to one side and the other, making it difficult to approach her swiftly. |
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Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 8 | 316 | The judge had begun to count again, starting with one, the second counting, which would determine the rider's time. |
| 8 | 317 | The girl was fast and that meant time for us, if only perhaps a beat. |
| 8 | 318 | She must have been counting to herself because only an instant or so after Conrad had spurred after her she looked over her shoulder, seeing him approaching. |
| 8 | 319 | She must then have counted about three beats to herself, and then she began to break her running pattern, moving to one side and the other, making it difficult to approach her swiftly. |
| 8 | 320 | "She runs well," said Kamchak. |
| 8 | 321 | Indeed she did, but in an instant I saw the leather flash of the bola, with its vicious, beautiful almost ten-foot sweep, streak toward the girl's ankles, and I saw her fall. |
| 8 | 322 | It was scarcely ten beats and Conrad had bound the struggling, scratching Tuka, slung her about the pommel, raced back, kaiila squealing, and threw the girl, wrists tied to her ankles, to the turf inside the circle of the boskhide whip. |
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The judge had begun to count again, starting with one, the second counting, which would determine the rider's time.
The girl was fast and that meant time for us, if only perhaps a beat.
She must have been counting to herself because only an instant or so after Conrad had spurred after her she looked over her shoulder, seeing him approaching.
She must then have counted about three beats to herself, and then she began to break her running pattern, moving to one side and the other, making it difficult to approach her swiftly.
"She runs well," said Kamchak.
Indeed she did, but in an instant I saw the leather flash of the bola, with its vicious, beautiful almost ten-foot sweep, streak toward the girl's ankles, and I saw her fall.
It was scarcely ten beats and Conrad had bound the struggling, scratching Tuka, slung her about the pommel, raced back, kaiila squealing, and threw the girl, wrists tied to her ankles, to the turf inside the circle of the boskhide whip.
- (Nomads of Gor)