Book 1. (1 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 12 | 61 | View more quotes about indeed">Indeed, it was unlikely my body would reach the delta at all. |
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Book 1. (7 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 12 | 58 | The death would not be a pleasant one. |
| 12 | 59 | Bound helplessly, without food or water, my own body would torture me by its weight dragging on the hand and ankle ropes, suspended a few inches above the roiling, muddy surface under the fiery sun. |
| 12 | 60 | I knew that I would not, some days hence, reach the delta of the Vosk and the cities in the delta except perhaps as a bound corpse, withered by exposure and the lack of water. |
| 12 | 61 | Indeed, it was unlikely my body would reach the delta at all. |
| 12 | 62 | It was far more likely that one of the water lizards of the Vosk or one of the great hook-beaked turtles of the river would seize my body and drag it and the frame under the water, destroying me in the mud below. |
| 12 | 63 | There was also the chance that a wild tarn might swoop down and feed on the helpless living morsel fastened to that degrading frame. |
| 12 | 64 | Of one thing I was certain—there would be no human assistance or even pity, for the poor wretches on the frames are none but villains, betrayers, and blasphemers against the Priest-Kings, and it is a sacrilegious act even to consider terminating their sufferings. |
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The death would not be a pleasant one.
Bound helplessly, without food or water, my own body would torture me by its weight dragging on the hand and ankle ropes, suspended a few inches above the roiling, muddy surface under the fiery sun.
I knew that I would not, some days hence, reach the delta of the Vosk and the cities in the delta except perhaps as a bound corpse, withered by exposure and the lack of water.
Indeed, it was unlikely my body would reach the delta at all.
It was far more likely that one of the water lizards of the Vosk or one of the great hook-beaked turtles of the river would seize my body and drag it and the frame under the water, destroying me in the mud below.
There was also the chance that a wild tarn might swoop down and feed on the helpless living morsel fastened to that degrading frame.
Of one thing I was certain—there would be no human assistance or even pity, for the poor wretches on the frames are none but villains, betrayers, and blasphemers against the Priest-Kings, and it is a sacrilegious act even to consider terminating their sufferings.
- (Tarnsman of Gor)