Book 2. (1 results) Outlaw of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 14 | 4 | The crowd View more quotes about seemed">seemed eager to observe what would happen next. |
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Book 2. (7 results) Outlaw of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 14 | 1 | The Black Tarn I was unyoked. |
| 14 | 2 | The other prisoners, still yoked, had been whipped from the arena, to the dungeons below, to be used yet again in the Amusements of Tharna, or perhaps sent to the mines. |
| 14 | 3 | Andreas of Tor tried to remain at my side, to share my fate, but he was beaten and dragged senseless from the arena. |
| 14 | 4 | The crowd seemed eager to observe what would happen next. |
| 14 | 5 | It stirred impatiently beneath the billowing silk of the awnings, rearranged its silken cushions, partook distractedly of candies and sweetmeats distributed by gray-robed figures. |
| 14 | 6 | Mingled with calls for the tarn, occasional taunts and jibes carried across the sand. |
| 14 | 7 | Perhaps the Amusements of Tharna were not spoiled at all; perhaps the best was yet to come? Surely my death beneath the beak and talons of a tarn would provide a gratifying spectacle for the insatiable masks of Tharna, adequate compensation for the disappointments of the afternoon, for the disregard of their will, for the defiance they had witnessed? Though I sensed I was to die, I was not ill pleased at the manner. |
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The Black Tarn I was unyoked.
The other prisoners, still yoked, had been whipped from the arena, to the dungeons below, to be used yet again in the Amusements of Tharna, or perhaps sent to the mines.
Andreas of Tor tried to remain at my side, to share my fate, but he was beaten and dragged senseless from the arena.
The crowd seemed eager to observe what would happen next.
It stirred impatiently beneath the billowing silk of the awnings, rearranged its silken cushions, partook distractedly of candies and sweetmeats distributed by gray-robed figures.
Mingled with calls for the tarn, occasional taunts and jibes carried across the sand.
Perhaps the Amusements of Tharna were not spoiled at all; perhaps the best was yet to come? Surely my death beneath the beak and talons of a tarn would provide a gratifying spectacle for the insatiable masks of Tharna, adequate compensation for the disappointments of the afternoon, for the disregard of their will, for the defiance they had witnessed? Though I sensed I was to die, I was not ill pleased at the manner.
- (Outlaw of Gor)