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Book 7. (1 results) Captive of Gor (Individual Quote)

I felt the one-strap of the tarn harness jerk tight across my body, and, suddenly, taking my breath away, the great bird screamed and began to beat its wings, and the saddle pressed up against my back, and I, upside down, saw the conical huts of the peasants drop away below us, and the bird, stroke by violent, majestic stroke, its head forward, was climbing toward the clouds. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 13, Sentence #719)
Chapter # Sentence # Quote
13 719 I View more quotes about felt">felt the one-strap of the tarn harness jerk tight across my body, and, suddenly, taking my breath away, the great bird screamed and began to beat its wings, and the saddle pressed up against my back, and I, upside down, saw the conical huts of the peasants drop away below us, and the bird, stroke by violent, majestic stroke, its head forward, was climbing toward the clouds.

Book 7. (7 results) Captive of Gor (Context Quote)

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
13 716 I was Elinor Brinton! He raised his hand to the crowd.
13 717 "I wish you well," he shouted.
13 718 "I wish you well!" they cried.
13 719 I felt the one-strap of the tarn harness jerk tight across my body, and, suddenly, taking my breath away, the great bird screamed and began to beat its wings, and the saddle pressed up against my back, and I, upside down, saw the conical huts of the peasants drop away below us, and the bird, stroke by violent, majestic stroke, its head forward, was climbing toward the clouds.
13 720 * * * * The tarn streaked through the skies.
13 721 I could feel the wind on my body.
13 722 I lay bound over the saddle.
I was Elinor Brinton! He raised his hand to the crowd. "I wish you well," he shouted. "I wish you well!" they cried. I felt the one-strap of the tarn harness jerk tight across my body, and, suddenly, taking my breath away, the great bird screamed and began to beat its wings, and the saddle pressed up against my back, and I, upside down, saw the conical huts of the peasants drop away below us, and the bird, stroke by violent, majestic stroke, its head forward, was climbing toward the clouds. * * * * The tarn streaked through the skies. I could feel the wind on my body. I lay bound over the saddle. - (Captive of Gor)