Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 27 | 1670 | A View more quotes about cosian">Cosian, helmeted, rose to his feet, carefully, his bow half drawn, some fifty yards away. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 27 | 1667 | "There is no more, fool! The extra rounds were in the saddle bags. |
| 27 | 1668 | It is gone with the tharlarion! We have used the last rounds, those from the stores of the slain tharlarion". |
| 27 | 1669 | Ellen, who understood this discourse, trembled with apprehension. |
| 27 | 1670 | A Cosian, helmeted, rose to his feet, carefully, his bow half drawn, some fifty yards away. |
| 27 | 1671 | Then, beside him, carefully, there rose another. |
| 27 | 1672 | A tarn, with suspended basket, soared near. |
| 27 | 1673 | The spokesman replaced his now-useless weapon in his belt, and lifted his hands. |
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"There is no more, fool! The extra rounds were in the saddle bags.
It is gone with the tharlarion! We have used the last rounds, those from the stores of the slain tharlarion".
Ellen, who understood this discourse, trembled with apprehension.
A Cosian, helmeted, rose to his feet, carefully, his bow half drawn, some fifty yards away.
Then, beside him, carefully, there rose another.
A tarn, with suspended basket, soared near.
The spokesman replaced his now-useless weapon in his belt, and lifted his hands.
- (Prize of Gor)