Book 28. (1 results) Kur of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 39 | 62 | This cry, if View more quotes about nothing">nothing else, seemed to break the spirit of the besiegers, and determine them to action, for they then began to spring up, and mill about, uncertainly. |
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Book 28. (7 results) Kur of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 39 | 59 | Then from behind the wall, suddenly, large stones were being cast down upon the disconcerted, apprehensive besiegers. |
| 39 | 60 | Roars of rage and pain greeted this barrage of weighty stones, a directed rain of gigantic rocks, any one of which, flung with the strength and force of a Kur, might have felled a tharlarion. |
| 39 | 61 | Too, there was a cry from the wall, as of elation, as it had become clear that succor, however minimal, might be at hand. |
| 39 | 62 | This cry, if nothing else, seemed to break the spirit of the besiegers, and determine them to action, for they then began to spring up, and mill about, uncertainly. |
| 39 | 63 | Cabot's aim wavered from one to another of these distracted, erratically moving targets. |
| 39 | 64 | He loosed no shaft. |
| 39 | 65 | It was much as when the nine-gilled shark, in its intended, smooth hunt, finds itself suddenly startled as its quarry disappears into the midst of darting, schooling parsit fish, and loses sight then not only of its intended quarry, but finds it difficult, further, to seek out another, even a substitute, in such a frenzied, shimmering storm of massing life. |
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Then from behind the wall, suddenly, large stones were being cast down upon the disconcerted, apprehensive besiegers.
Roars of rage and pain greeted this barrage of weighty stones, a directed rain of gigantic rocks, any one of which, flung with the strength and force of a Kur, might have felled a tharlarion.
Too, there was a cry from the wall, as of elation, as it had become clear that succor, however minimal, might be at hand.
This cry, if nothing else, seemed to break the spirit of the besiegers, and determine them to action, for they then began to spring up, and mill about, uncertainly.
Cabot's aim wavered from one to another of these distracted, erratically moving targets.
He loosed no shaft.
It was much as when the nine-gilled shark, in its intended, smooth hunt, finds itself suddenly startled as its quarry disappears into the midst of darting, schooling parsit fish, and loses sight then not only of its intended quarry, but finds it difficult, further, to seek out another, even a substitute, in such a frenzied, shimmering storm of massing life.
- (Kur of Gor)