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Book 5. (1 results) Assassin of Gor (Individual Quote)

"No, Fool, not Gladius of Cos!" "Assassins lurk!" "Flee, Rider, flee!" "Flee, Gladius of Cos!" "Be silent," said the man with me, he who had given me the mask, the leader of the crossbowmen, quieting with his command the cries and admonitions of those about us. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 22, Sentence #119)
Chapter # Sentence # Quote
22 119 "No, View more quotes about fool">Fool, not Gladius of Cos!" "Assassins lurk!" "Flee, Rider, flee!" "Flee, Gladius of Cos!" "Be silent," said the man with me, he who had given me the mask, the leader of the crossbowmen, quieting with his command the cries and admonitions of those about us.

Book 5. (7 results) Assassin of Gor (Context Quote)

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
22 116 I heard cries of astonishment from those I passed.
22 117 "It is Gladius of Cos!" I heard.
22 118 "It is he!" "I thought he feared to appear".
22 119 "No, Fool, not Gladius of Cos!" "Assassins lurk!" "Flee, Rider, flee!" "Flee, Gladius of Cos!" "Be silent," said the man with me, he who had given me the mask, the leader of the crossbowmen, quieting with his command the cries and admonitions of those about us.
22 120 The birds, some nine of them, only a few feet overhead and to one side, flashed past, wings cracking like whips, beaks extended, the riders hunched low in the saddles.
22 121 Those on the dividing wall staggered back.
22 122 I caught a glimpse of Green Ubar, Mip in the saddle, lost in the flurry of whipping wings.
I heard cries of astonishment from those I passed. "It is Gladius of Cos!" I heard. "It is he!" "I thought he feared to appear". "No, Fool, not Gladius of Cos!" "Assassins lurk!" "Flee, Rider, flee!" "Flee, Gladius of Cos!" "Be silent," said the man with me, he who had given me the mask, the leader of the crossbowmen, quieting with his command the cries and admonitions of those about us. The birds, some nine of them, only a few feet overhead and to one side, flashed past, wings cracking like whips, beaks extended, the riders hunched low in the saddles. Those on the dividing wall staggered back. I caught a glimpse of Green Ubar, Mip in the saddle, lost in the flurry of whipping wings. - (Assassin of Gor)