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Book 29. (1 results) Swordsmen of Gor (Individual Quote)

It is a world that contains not only the beauty of grass and the blossoming of the talendar but the fangs of the ost, the coils of the hith, the jaws of the larl, the frenzies of flocking, feeding jards, the sudden, wrenching, twisting strike of the nine-gilled shark, the claws of the sleen, the beak and talons of the tarn. - (Swordsmen of Gor, Chapter 4, Sentence #14)
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4 14 It is a View more quotes about world">world that contains not only the beauty of grass and the blossoming of the talendar but the fangs of the ost, the coils of the hith, the jaws of the larl, the frenzies of flocking, feeding jards, the sudden, wrenching, twisting strike of the nine-gilled shark, the claws of the sleen, the beak and talons of the tarn.

Book 29. (7 results) Swordsmen of Gor (Context Quote)

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4 11 He loves his world but he does not understand it for what it is not.
4 12 It is beautiful but, too, it is awesome and terrible.
4 13 With equanimity, not caring, it brings forth life and death, flourishing and destruction, growth and decay.
4 14 It is a world that contains not only the beauty of grass and the blossoming of the talendar but the fangs of the ost, the coils of the hith, the jaws of the larl, the frenzies of flocking, feeding jards, the sudden, wrenching, twisting strike of the nine-gilled shark, the claws of the sleen, the beak and talons of the tarn.
4 15 The beach seemed deserted.
4 16 No furrows marked where the keel of a long ship might have been drawn ashore.
4 17 The horizon seemed clear, gray, and cool, but clear.
He loves his world but he does not understand it for what it is not. It is beautiful but, too, it is awesome and terrible. With equanimity, not caring, it brings forth life and death, flourishing and destruction, growth and decay. It is a world that contains not only the beauty of grass and the blossoming of the talendar but the fangs of the ost, the coils of the hith, the jaws of the larl, the frenzies of flocking, feeding jards, the sudden, wrenching, twisting strike of the nine-gilled shark, the claws of the sleen, the beak and talons of the tarn. The beach seemed deserted. No furrows marked where the keel of a long ship might have been drawn ashore. The horizon seemed clear, gray, and cool, but clear. - (Swordsmen of Gor)