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

A great smooth, sweeping, soaring shadow momentarily darkened the grass and she knew a tarn with its basket had passed, its archers doubtless looking for targets. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 27, Sentence #1606)
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27 1606 A View more quotes about great">great smooth, sweeping, soaring shadow momentarily darkened the grass and she knew a tarn with its basket had passed, its archers doubtless looking for targets.

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

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27 1603 When she lifted her head a little, she saw the bootlike sandals of a Cosian soldier not ten feet away.
27 1604 There was another shot and he suddenly slipped to the earth, his knees giving way.
27 1605 She heard a cry from somewhere to the east.
27 1606 A great smooth, sweeping, soaring shadow momentarily darkened the grass and she knew a tarn with its basket had passed, its archers doubtless looking for targets.
27 1607 It would not have been more than fifty feet above her.
27 1608 She suddenly heard the fierce scratching of a tharlarion's paws in the turf and she saw Mirus, low in the saddle, racing toward her.
27 1609 He was at the side of the wagon in a moment, fiercely pulling up the saddle tharlarion, rearing, its head jerked back, and he leapt from the saddle, almost at her side.
When she lifted her head a little, she saw the bootlike sandals of a Cosian soldier not ten feet away. There was another shot and he suddenly slipped to the earth, his knees giving way. She heard a cry from somewhere to the east. A great smooth, sweeping, soaring shadow momentarily darkened the grass and she knew a tarn with its basket had passed, its archers doubtless looking for targets. It would not have been more than fifty feet above her. She suddenly heard the fierce scratching of a tharlarion's paws in the turf and she saw Mirus, low in the saddle, racing toward her. He was at the side of the wagon in a moment, fiercely pulling up the saddle tharlarion, rearing, its head jerked back, and he leapt from the saddle, almost at her side. - (Prize of Gor)