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Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)

What then? The tarn suddenly uttered a weird screaming sound and swooped downward, its talons open, grasping, toward the following tarnsman who, turning in the saddle, angrily, thrust up at it with his lance, and withdrew the lance from the feathers dark with blood. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 20, Sentence #356)
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20 356 What then? The View more quotes about tarn">tarn suddenly uttered a weird screaming sound and swooped downward, its talons open, grasping, toward the following tarnsman who, turning in the saddle, angrily, thrust up at it with his lance, and withdrew the lance from the feathers dark with blood.

Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)

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20 353 What then? Or perhaps it is territorial, and resents the intrusion of these new birds into its hunting area.
20 354 If it is the same tarn I saw last night, thought Ellen, it is probably hungry.
20 355 But surely it would not attack its own kind, not our tarns.
20 356 What then? The tarn suddenly uttered a weird screaming sound and swooped downward, its talons open, grasping, toward the following tarnsman who, turning in the saddle, angrily, thrust up at it with his lance, and withdrew the lance from the feathers dark with blood.
20 357 The attacking bird wheeled away.
20 358 "Begone!" cried the tarnsman.
20 359 "It is coming again!" cried the leading tarnsman who had freed the rope from his pommel, swung about, and set an arrow to a small saddle bow, used for clearing the saddle, firing to either side.
What then? Or perhaps it is territorial, and resents the intrusion of these new birds into its hunting area. If it is the same tarn I saw last night, thought Ellen, it is probably hungry. But surely it would not attack its own kind, not our tarns. What then? The tarn suddenly uttered a weird screaming sound and swooped downward, its talons open, grasping, toward the following tarnsman who, turning in the saddle, angrily, thrust up at it with his lance, and withdrew the lance from the feathers dark with blood. The attacking bird wheeled away. "Begone!" cried the tarnsman. "It is coming again!" cried the leading tarnsman who had freed the rope from his pommel, swung about, and set an arrow to a small saddle bow, used for clearing the saddle, firing to either side. - (Prize of Gor)