| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 13 | 124 | My View more quotes about hand">hand clutched his withdrawn fist and slipped off, unable to keep its grip from the sweat, his and mine. |
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 13 | 121 | I turned my yoke obliquely, slipping between the horns, blocking the blow. |
| 13 | 122 | It sounded like anvils hurled together. |
| 13 | 123 | My hands sought his, but he kept his fists clenched and withdrawn as far as he could in the bracelet of the yoke. |
| 13 | 124 | My hand clutched his withdrawn fist and slipped off, unable to keep its grip from the sweat, his and mine. |
| 13 | 125 | Once, twice more he charged, and each time I managed to block the blow, withstanding the shock of the crashing yokes, escaping the thrust of the murderous horns. |
| 13 | 126 | Once I was not so fortunate and a steel horn furrowed my side, leaving a channel of blood. |
| 13 | 127 | The crowd screamed in delight. |