Book 30. (1 results) Mariners of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 22 | 309 | "Brace View more quotes about yourself">yourself for the impact!" How could one brace oneself for such an impact? More easily might the talender resist the stamping boot. |
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Book 30. (7 results) Mariners of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 22 | 306 | This mad, rushing wall of darkness, squandering men, swept forward. |
| 22 | 307 | "Tragic," said Lord Nishida. |
| 22 | 308 | "All tall," exclaimed Cabot. |
| 22 | 309 | "Brace yourself for the impact!" How could one brace oneself for such an impact? More easily might the talender resist the stamping boot. |
| 22 | 310 | More easily might the stand of delicate Sa-Tarna turn back the scythe. |
| 22 | 311 | But is not deception the key to war? Our standing masked what lay behind us, and our charging foes prepared to meet us, as we stood, tumultuous crowd to man. |
| 22 | 312 | The great flood of darkness, confused, proximate, rushing, pounding, imminent, was some five yards from our steel when Cabot cried out, "Down!" We all crouched down, instantly, and, from behind us, over our heads, into the confused, rushing mass of men before us there poured a rain of arrows sped from the small, saddle-clearing Tuchuk bow. |
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This mad, rushing wall of darkness, squandering men, swept forward.
"Tragic," said Lord Nishida.
"All tall," exclaimed Cabot.
"Brace yourself for the impact!" How could one brace oneself for such an impact? More easily might the talender resist the stamping boot.
More easily might the stand of delicate Sa-Tarna turn back the scythe.
But is not deception the key to war? Our standing masked what lay behind us, and our charging foes prepared to meet us, as we stood, tumultuous crowd to man.
The great flood of darkness, confused, proximate, rushing, pounding, imminent, was some five yards from our steel when Cabot cried out, "Down!" We all crouched down, instantly, and, from behind us, over our heads, into the confused, rushing mass of men before us there poured a rain of arrows sped from the small, saddle-clearing Tuchuk bow.
- (Mariners of Gor)