Book 2. (1 results) Outlaw of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 4 | 5 | Two View more quotes about fangs">fangs had struck into my calf. |
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Book 2. (7 results) Outlaw of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 4 | 2 | It was a nightmarish journey, and a foolish one, trying to rush on through the night to find my city, bruising, falling, scraping myself in the darkness, yet driven on by such a torment of doubt and apprehension that I could allow myself no rest until I stood again on the lofty bridges of Ko-ro-ba. |
| 4 | 3 | Was I not Tarl of Ko-ro-ba? Was there not such a city? Each pasang stone proclaimed there was—at the end of this road. |
| 4 | 4 | Yet why was the road untended? Why had it not been traveled? Why had Zosk of the Caste of Carriers of Wood acted as he had? Why did my shield, my helmet, my accouterments not bear the proud sign of Ko-ro-ba? Once I shouted in pain. |
| 4 | 5 | Two fangs had struck into my calf. |
| 4 | 6 | An ost, I thought! But the fangs held fast, and I heard the popping, sucking sounds of the bladderlike seed pods of a leech plant, as they expanded and contracted like small ugly lungs. |
| 4 | 7 | I reached down and jerked the plant from the soil at the side of the road. |
| 4 | 8 | It writhed in my hand like a snake, its pods gasping. |
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It was a nightmarish journey, and a foolish one, trying to rush on through the night to find my city, bruising, falling, scraping myself in the darkness, yet driven on by such a torment of doubt and apprehension that I could allow myself no rest until I stood again on the lofty bridges of Ko-ro-ba.
Was I not Tarl of Ko-ro-ba? Was there not such a city? Each pasang stone proclaimed there was—at the end of this road.
Yet why was the road untended? Why had it not been traveled? Why had Zosk of the Caste of Carriers of Wood acted as he had? Why did my shield, my helmet, my accouterments not bear the proud sign of Ko-ro-ba? Once I shouted in pain.
Two fangs had struck into my calf.
An ost, I thought! But the fangs held fast, and I heard the popping, sucking sounds of the bladderlike seed pods of a leech plant, as they expanded and contracted like small ugly lungs.
I reached down and jerked the plant from the soil at the side of the road.
It writhed in my hand like a snake, its pods gasping.
- (Outlaw of Gor)