Book 1. (1 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 4 | 3 | He lunged View more quotes about twice">twice, and I struck it twice. |
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Book 1. (7 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 3 | 284 | The next thing I knew his beak was open; I caught a brief sight of his thin, sharp tongue, as long as a man's arm, darting out and back, and then, snapping at me, he lunged forward, striking at me with that monstrous beak, and I heard the Older Tarl cry out in horror, "The goad! The goad!". |
| 4 | 1 | The Mission I threw my right arm up to protect myself, the goad, attached by its strap to my wrist, flying wildly. |
| 4 | 2 | I seized it, using it like a puny stick, striking at the great snapping beak that was trying to seize me, as if I were a scrap of food on the high, flat plate of the cylinder's roof. |
| 4 | 3 | He lunged twice, and I struck it twice. |
| 4 | 4 | He drew back his head again, spreading his beak, preparing to slash downward again. |
| 4 | 5 | In that instant I switched the tarn-goad to the "on" position, and when the great beak flashed downward again, I struck it viciously, trying to force it away from me. |
| 4 | 6 | The effect was startling: there was the sudden bright flash of yellow glittering light, the splash of sparks, and a scream of pain and rage from the tarn as he immediately beat his wings, lifting himself out of my reach in a rush of air that nearly forced me over the edge of the roof. |
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The next thing I knew his beak was open; I caught a brief sight of his thin, sharp tongue, as long as a man's arm, darting out and back, and then, snapping at me, he lunged forward, striking at me with that monstrous beak, and I heard the Older Tarl cry out in horror, "The goad! The goad!".
The Mission I threw my right arm up to protect myself, the goad, attached by its strap to my wrist, flying wildly.
I seized it, using it like a puny stick, striking at the great snapping beak that was trying to seize me, as if I were a scrap of food on the high, flat plate of the cylinder's roof.
He lunged twice, and I struck it twice.
He drew back his head again, spreading his beak, preparing to slash downward again.
In that instant I switched the tarn-goad to the "on" position, and when the great beak flashed downward again, I struck it viciously, trying to force it away from me.
The effect was startling: there was the sudden bright flash of yellow glittering light, the splash of sparks, and a scream of pain and rage from the tarn as he immediately beat his wings, lifting himself out of my reach in a rush of air that nearly forced me over the edge of the roof.
- (Tarnsman of Gor)