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

"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, Chapter 20, Sentence #359)
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20 359 "It is View more quotes about coming">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.

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

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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.
20 360 Once again the train of tarns was unled, the lead line free, dangling, uncontrolled in the sky.
20 361 This time the tarn, fiercely, perhaps in rage, in pain, hurled itself downward on the following tarnsman.
20 362 The lance pierced its body, appearing through its back.
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. Once again the train of tarns was unled, the lead line free, dangling, uncontrolled in the sky. This time the tarn, fiercely, perhaps in rage, in pain, hurled itself downward on the following tarnsman. The lance pierced its body, appearing through its back. - (Prize of Gor)