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Book 28. (1 results) Kur of Gor (Individual Quote)

The butcher then rose up, slipping on the bodies, fell, and rose up, again, moving away. - (Kur of Gor, Chapter 43, Sentence #84)
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43 84 The butcher then rose up, slipping on the View more quotes about bodies">bodies, fell, and rose up, again, moving away.

Book 28. (7 results) Kur of Gor (Context Quote)

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43 81 In Kur this was clearly a snarl, but it was rendered, as would be expected, with calmness and precision by the translator.
43 82 The butcher turned to the dangling Lady Bina but there now stood a formidable impediment between him and his objective.
43 83 With a roar of rage, a bleeding Lord Grendel flung himself on the butcher, and with a single bite tore away the butcher's right paw, it still grasped on the tool, and Lord Grendel lifted the butcher over his head, and flung him to the lower level, where he fell among the slaughtered cattle, howling in pain, blood spurting from his right wrist.
43 84 The butcher then rose up, slipping on the bodies, fell, and rose up, again, moving away.
43 85 Cabot, by now, had freed his bow and handed it, with an arrow, to Lord Grendel.
43 86 "It will be a difficult shot," said Cabot.
43 87 The shaft took the stumbling, hastening fugitive in the back of the head.
In Kur this was clearly a snarl, but it was rendered, as would be expected, with calmness and precision by the translator. The butcher turned to the dangling Lady Bina but there now stood a formidable impediment between him and his objective. With a roar of rage, a bleeding Lord Grendel flung himself on the butcher, and with a single bite tore away the butcher's right paw, it still grasped on the tool, and Lord Grendel lifted the butcher over his head, and flung him to the lower level, where he fell among the slaughtered cattle, howling in pain, blood spurting from his right wrist. The butcher then rose up, slipping on the bodies, fell, and rose up, again, moving away. Cabot, by now, had freed his bow and handed it, with an arrow, to Lord Grendel. "It will be a difficult shot," said Cabot. The shaft took the stumbling, hastening fugitive in the back of the head. - (Kur of Gor)