| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 26 | 322 | I gazed at his View more quotes about hand">hand, not comprehending. |
| 26 | 323 | "It is dye," he said. |
| 26 | 324 | "Dye?" I asked. |
| 26 | 325 | Harold got up and went to the shattered, stiff shards of the egg. |
| 26 | 326 | From it, wet, wrinkled, rotted, dead for perhaps months or years, he drew forth the body of an unborn tharlarion. |
| 26 | 327 | "I told you," said Kamchak, kindly, "the egg was worthless". |
| 26 | 328 | I staggered to my feet, standing now and looking down at the shattered fragments of the egg. |