Book 6. (1 results) Raiders of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 8 | 42 | I marveled at her, as she View more quotes about moved">moved the craft, keeping us constantly moving, yet concealed behind high thickets of rush and sedge. |
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Book 6. (7 results) Raiders of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 8 | 39 | The marsh was quiet. |
| 8 | 40 | They heard only, from somewhere, far off, the piping cry of a marsh gant. |
| 8 | 41 | * * * * Silently, swiftly, with the stamina and skill of the rence girl, Telima, unerringly taking advantage of every break in the marsh growth, never making a false thrust or motion, brought our small craft soon into the vicinity of the heavy, slowed barges, hampered not only by their weight but by the natural impediments of the marsh. |
| 8 | 42 | I marveled at her, as she moved the craft, keeping us constantly moving, yet concealed behind high thickets of rush and sedge. |
| 8 | 43 | At times we were but yards from the barges. |
| 8 | 44 | I could hear the creak of the oars in the thole ports, hear the calling of the oar-master, the conversation of warriors at their leisure, the moans of bound slaves, soon silenced with the lash and blows. |
| 8 | 45 | Telima poled us skillfully about a large, floating tangle of marsh vine, it shifting with the movements of the marsh water. |
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The marsh was quiet.
They heard only, from somewhere, far off, the piping cry of a marsh gant.
* * * * Silently, swiftly, with the stamina and skill of the rence girl, Telima, unerringly taking advantage of every break in the marsh growth, never making a false thrust or motion, brought our small craft soon into the vicinity of the heavy, slowed barges, hampered not only by their weight but by the natural impediments of the marsh.
I marveled at her, as she moved the craft, keeping us constantly moving, yet concealed behind high thickets of rush and sedge.
At times we were but yards from the barges.
I could hear the creak of the oars in the thole ports, hear the calling of the oar-master, the conversation of warriors at their leisure, the moans of bound slaves, soon silenced with the lash and blows.
Telima poled us skillfully about a large, floating tangle of marsh vine, it shifting with the movements of the marsh water.
- (Raiders of Gor)