Book 1. (1 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 19 | 163 | For each View more quotes about enemy">enemy who fell, it seemed three sprang up to take his place. |
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Book 1. (7 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 19 | 160 | He clearly wanted me to attack again. |
| 19 | 161 | After several such onslaughts, my arm would be weakened to the point where it could not withstand the fury of his own offense, which was legendary on Gor. |
| 19 | 162 | As we fought, the men of Ar, fighting brilliantly for their city, their honor and loved ones, pushed back the men of Pa-Kur again and again, but from the interior of the cylinder swarmed more men of the Assassin. |
| 19 | 163 | For each enemy who fell, it seemed three sprang up to take his place. |
| 19 | 164 | It was only a matter of time before the last of the men of Ar would be forced over the edge of the cylinder. |
| 19 | 165 | Pa-Kur and I engaged again and again, I pressing the attack, he withstanding it and waiting. |
| 19 | 166 | During this time Talena, though bound hand and foot, had struggled to her knees, and she watched us fight, her hair and the folds of her robe blown by the wind that whipped across the roof of the cylinder. |
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He clearly wanted me to attack again.
After several such onslaughts, my arm would be weakened to the point where it could not withstand the fury of his own offense, which was legendary on Gor.
As we fought, the men of Ar, fighting brilliantly for their city, their honor and loved ones, pushed back the men of Pa-Kur again and again, but from the interior of the cylinder swarmed more men of the Assassin.
For each enemy who fell, it seemed three sprang up to take his place.
It was only a matter of time before the last of the men of Ar would be forced over the edge of the cylinder.
Pa-Kur and I engaged again and again, I pressing the attack, he withstanding it and waiting.
During this time Talena, though bound hand and foot, had struggled to her knees, and she watched us fight, her hair and the folds of her robe blown by the wind that whipped across the roof of the cylinder.
- (Tarnsman of Gor)