Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 27 | 1607 | It would not have been more than fifty View more quotes about feet">feet above her. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 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. |
| 27 | 1610 | There was a knife in his hand. |
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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.
There was a knife in his hand.
- (Prize of Gor)