Book 28. (1 results) Kur of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 34 | 72 | "Here!" View more quotes about cried">cried Grendel, against the storm, scarcely audible. |
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Book 28. (7 results) Kur of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 34 | 69 | The slave lost her grip and cried out, but Cabot seized her by the hair and pulled her to him, and then both were clinging to a rope wrapped about a single log, and the raft might then, for all they knew, have been a dozen yards away. |
| 34 | 70 | "Call out!" cried Grendel, "and I will try to stay with you! Call out! Call out!" "Here!" called Cabot. |
| 34 | 71 | "Here!" In the darkness, in the cold, blinding water, he thrust the slave to the log, and, with loops of wet rope, loose from the log, fastened her to it, and then he thrust his own arm amongst the ropes, and clung to the log as it pitched about, rising and falling, and sometimes rolling over, taking them beneath the surface, and then it pitched up, again, in the darkness, bringing them again to the surface, they gasping for air, trying to breathe in the ferocity of the rain and wind. |
| 34 | 72 | "Here!" cried Grendel, against the storm, scarcely audible. |
| 34 | 73 | "Here!" cried Cabot, in response, trusting that his companion's hearing, equivalent to that of a Kur, might detect the sound amidst the wash and roar of the storm. |
| 34 | 74 | It is not clear how long the storm lasted, as it is difficult to judge such things. |
| 34 | 75 | Doubtless to Cabot and his companion, Lord Grendel, and his lovely beast, the slave, she who had been given the name 'Lita', it seemed a long while, perhaps even the night. |
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The slave lost her grip and cried out, but Cabot seized her by the hair and pulled her to him, and then both were clinging to a rope wrapped about a single log, and the raft might then, for all they knew, have been a dozen yards away.
"Call out!" cried Grendel, "and I will try to stay with you! Call out! Call out!" "Here!" called Cabot.
"Here!" In the darkness, in the cold, blinding water, he thrust the slave to the log, and, with loops of wet rope, loose from the log, fastened her to it, and then he thrust his own arm amongst the ropes, and clung to the log as it pitched about, rising and falling, and sometimes rolling over, taking them beneath the surface, and then it pitched up, again, in the darkness, bringing them again to the surface, they gasping for air, trying to breathe in the ferocity of the rain and wind.
"Here!" cried Grendel, against the storm, scarcely audible.
"Here!" cried Cabot, in response, trusting that his companion's hearing, equivalent to that of a Kur, might detect the sound amidst the wash and roar of the storm.
It is not clear how long the storm lasted, as it is difficult to judge such things.
Doubtless to Cabot and his companion, Lord Grendel, and his lovely beast, the slave, she who had been given the name 'Lita', it seemed a long while, perhaps even the night.
- (Kur of Gor)