Results Details

I had heard just one sound, a small, swift sound, bright and quick, when Bruno of Torcadino, fiercely turned, leaning on the crutch, parried the assailant's blade, following which he thrust. - (Quarry of Gor, Chapter 27, Sentence #170)

But Bruno of Torcadino's right hand had slipped under the half cloak he wore over his left shoulder, where, suspended by its strap, hung a short, wicked blade, his unsheathed sword. It was hard to follow what had occurred for it was accomplished so rapidly, but, when it was done, it was clear what had been done. I remembered seeing it. I had heard just one sound, a small, swift sound, bright and quick, when Bruno of Torcadino, fiercely turned, leaning on the crutch, parried the assailant's blade, following which he thrust. Bruno of Torcadino looked down, to his side, where his assailant lay on the walkway, clutching his throat, blood streaming, in gouts, a cup at a time, between his hands. I forced myself to the side, freeing myself of sprawled, bloody weight, that of he who had been the first man, his head half broken, half torn away, encumbering me. Then the body at the feet of Bruno of Torcadino ceased to move, and the blood subsided. - (Quarry of Gor)