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Book 2. (1 results) Outlaw of Gor (Individual Quote)

"Tabuk!" I cried again, taking the great beak in my hands and turning it toward the open fields below. - (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter 15, Sentence #61)
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15 61 "View more quotes about tabuk">Tabuk!" I cried again, taking the great beak in my hands and turning it toward the open fields below.

Book 2. (7 results) Outlaw of Gor (Context Quote)

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15 58 I set her down gently against the far wall of the cliff, as far from the edge as I could.
15 59 The rocky shelf on which we found ourselves was perhaps twenty feet wide and twenty feet deep, about the size that a tarn chooses for nesting.
15 60 Standing between the Tatrix and the winged carnivore, I cried "Tabuk!" It began to stalk toward the girl, who rose to her knees, her back pressed against the unyielding wall of the cliff, and screamed.
15 61 "Tabuk!" I cried again, taking the great beak in my hands and turning it toward the open fields below.
15 62 The bird seemed to hesitate, and then, with a motion almost tender, it thrust its beak against my body.
15 63 "Tabuk," I said quietly, once more turning it toward the open fields.
15 64 With one last look at the Tatrix, the bird turned and stalked to the brink of that awesome ledge and, with a single snap of its great wings, leaped into space, its soaring shadow a message of terror to any game below.
I set her down gently against the far wall of the cliff, as far from the edge as I could. The rocky shelf on which we found ourselves was perhaps twenty feet wide and twenty feet deep, about the size that a tarn chooses for nesting. Standing between the Tatrix and the winged carnivore, I cried "Tabuk!" It began to stalk toward the girl, who rose to her knees, her back pressed against the unyielding wall of the cliff, and screamed. "Tabuk!" I cried again, taking the great beak in my hands and turning it toward the open fields below. The bird seemed to hesitate, and then, with a motion almost tender, it thrust its beak against my body. "Tabuk," I said quietly, once more turning it toward the open fields. With one last look at the Tatrix, the bird turned and stalked to the brink of that awesome ledge and, with a single snap of its great wings, leaped into space, its soaring shadow a message of terror to any game below. - (Outlaw of Gor)