Book 23. (1 results) Renegades of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 16 | 520 | It was not my fight. |
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Book 23. (7 results) Renegades of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 16 | 517 | View more quotes about surely">Surely in the citadel, somewhere, I could find other garments. |
| 16 | 518 | My accents could not be confused with the liquid accents of Ar or those so similar, of Ar's Station. |
| 16 | 519 | In the ingress of victors I should mingle with them. |
| 16 | 520 | It was not my fight. |
| 16 | 521 | Where was Aemilianus! How dispirited seemed the defenders! How listlessly they stood! How resigned to their fate! What preparations did they make for the towers? Did they think they now faced only fellows on ladders, fellows climbing ropes, the clinging, climbing, creeping, shouting swarms, stinging with spears and blades, that they knew from a hundred trails in the past? They would be swept aside like dried leaves before the descendent blast of Torvaldsland. |
| 16 | 522 | Were Cosians not to know their swords had been warmed and nicked in their romp? "Ho, fools!" I cried, striding down the walkway. |
| 16 | 523 | "The bridges will drop and you will think an avalanche of iron has spilled upon you! How shall you meet it? Let it spill on your heads? Clever fellows! Bring poles! Bring stones! You, fetch grapnels and ropes. |
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Surely in the citadel, somewhere, I could find other garments.
My accents could not be confused with the liquid accents of Ar or those so similar, of Ar's Station.
In the ingress of victors I should mingle with them.
It was not my fight.
Where was Aemilianus! How dispirited seemed the defenders! How listlessly they stood! How resigned to their fate! What preparations did they make for the towers? Did they think they now faced only fellows on ladders, fellows climbing ropes, the clinging, climbing, creeping, shouting swarms, stinging with spears and blades, that they knew from a hundred trails in the past? They would be swept aside like dried leaves before the descendent blast of Torvaldsland.
Were Cosians not to know their swords had been warmed and nicked in their romp? "Ho, fools!" I cried, striding down the walkway.
"The bridges will drop and you will think an avalanche of iron has spilled upon you! How shall you meet it? Let it spill on your heads? Clever fellows! Bring poles! Bring stones! You, fetch grapnels and ropes.
- (Renegades of Gor)