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Could it be that, after all these years, the tactics of combat on tarnback remained so fresh, so vivid, in the eager, dark brain of my mighty mount? Could they be retained so perfectly, with such exactness, seemingly as terrible and sharp as in the days when they were first imprinted, high above grassy fields, the walls of Ko-ro-ba in the distance? I fought for breath. - (Blood Brothers of Gor, Chapter 47, Sentence #148)

Through clouds, such bright, lofty fogs, did we ascend. Below us, like birds springing wondrously from the snow, tarns and their riders emerged from the clouds, following us. "Will you seek the sun?" I laughed. Could it be that, after all these years, the tactics of combat on tarnback remained so fresh, so vivid, in the eager, dark brain of my mighty mount? Could they be retained so perfectly, with such exactness, seemingly as terrible and sharp as in the days when they were first imprinted, high above grassy fields, the walls of Ko-ro-ba in the distance? I fought for breath. The mighty lungs of the tarn expanded. I could feel their motion between my knees. It drew the thin air deeply into those moist, widened cavities. - (Blood Brothers of Gor)