Book 5. (1 results) Assassin of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 12 | 6 | The View more quotes about next">next seven tarns, strung out, sped through the ring and wheeled in flight to take the next ring. |
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Book 5. (7 results) Assassin of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 12 | 3 | The tarn, screaming, its wing useless, tumbled uncontrollably from the edge of the large, open, padded ring suspended over the net on the track, plunging into the net, its rider cutting the safety straps and leaping from its back in order that he not be slain beneath the bird struggling in the net. |
| 12 | 4 | The other bird, which had buffeted it against the edge of the ring, spun awkwardly through, turned in the air, and under the savage command of its control straps, and responding to a yellow flash of the tarn goad, regained its control and sped toward the next ring. |
| 12 | 5 | "Red! Red! Red!" I heard from nearby. |
| 12 | 6 | The next seven tarns, strung out, sped through the ring and wheeled in flight to take the next ring. |
| 12 | 7 | Their leader was a brown racing tarn, whose rider wore red silk, and whose small saddle and tight control straps were of red leather. |
| 12 | 8 | This was only the third lap in a ten-lap race, and yet already two tarns were down in the net. |
| 12 | 9 | I could see the netmen expertly moving across the broad stands approaching them, loops in their hands to tie together the bird's beak, to bind its curved, wicked talons. |
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The tarn, screaming, its wing useless, tumbled uncontrollably from the edge of the large, open, padded ring suspended over the net on the track, plunging into the net, its rider cutting the safety straps and leaping from its back in order that he not be slain beneath the bird struggling in the net.
The other bird, which had buffeted it against the edge of the ring, spun awkwardly through, turned in the air, and under the savage command of its control straps, and responding to a yellow flash of the tarn goad, regained its control and sped toward the next ring.
"Red! Red! Red!" I heard from nearby.
The next seven tarns, strung out, sped through the ring and wheeled in flight to take the next ring.
Their leader was a brown racing tarn, whose rider wore red silk, and whose small saddle and tight control straps were of red leather.
This was only the third lap in a ten-lap race, and yet already two tarns were down in the net.
I could see the netmen expertly moving across the broad stands approaching them, loops in their hands to tie together the bird's beak, to bind its curved, wicked talons.
- (Assassin of Gor)