Book 5. (1 results) Assassin of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 22 | 526 | View more quotes about suddenly">Suddenly, to my dismay, I heard about us shouts and the thunder of wings and, closing in upon us, and following us, and rushing to meet us, were tarnsmen. |
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Book 5. (7 results) Assassin of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 22 | 523 | The great black tarn hurtled on. |
| 22 | 524 | "Victory will be ours!" I cried to him. |
| 22 | 525 | Even faster did he fly. |
| 22 | 526 | Suddenly, to my dismay, I heard about us shouts and the thunder of wings and, closing in upon us, and following us, and rushing to meet us, were tarnsmen. |
| 22 | 527 | The crowd's protest of fury must have torn its way to the very clouds in the calm, blue sky. |
| 22 | 528 | I whipped out the Tuchuk bow and, in the instant, found myself wheeling and fighting in the midst of more than a dozen tarnsmen, while many others, wheeling about, attempted to press in upon me. |
| 22 | 529 | Ubar of the Skies suddenly uttered a scream that terrified even me, raising the hair on my neck and arms; it was not simply the challenge scream of his kind; it was a scream of pleasure, of horrifying eagerness, of the tarn's lust for blood and war; steel-shod talons grasping, screaming, beak tearing, Ubar of the Skies, his black eyes blazing with delight, hurled himself on odds that pleased him, odds which even he, that majestic carnivore, could accept as worthy. |
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The great black tarn hurtled on.
"Victory will be ours!" I cried to him.
Even faster did he fly.
Suddenly, to my dismay, I heard about us shouts and the thunder of wings and, closing in upon us, and following us, and rushing to meet us, were tarnsmen.
The crowd's protest of fury must have torn its way to the very clouds in the calm, blue sky.
I whipped out the Tuchuk bow and, in the instant, found myself wheeling and fighting in the midst of more than a dozen tarnsmen, while many others, wheeling about, attempted to press in upon me.
Ubar of the Skies suddenly uttered a scream that terrified even me, raising the hair on my neck and arms; it was not simply the challenge scream of his kind; it was a scream of pleasure, of horrifying eagerness, of the tarn's lust for blood and war; steel-shod talons grasping, screaming, beak tearing, Ubar of the Skies, his black eyes blazing with delight, hurled himself on odds that pleased him, odds which even he, that majestic carnivore, could accept as worthy.
- (Assassin of Gor)