Book 1. (1 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 4 | 8 | The View more quotes about tarn">tarn was circling the cylinder, uttering piercing cries; then he began to fly away from the city. |
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Book 1. (7 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 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. |
| 4 | 7 | I was on my hands and knees, trying to get back on my feet, too near the edge. |
| 4 | 8 | The tarn was circling the cylinder, uttering piercing cries; then he began to fly away from the city. |
| 4 | 9 | Without knowing why, and thinking I was better off to have the thing in retreat, I seized my tarn whistle and blew its shrill note. |
| 4 | 10 | The giant bird seemed almost to shudder in the air, and then he reeled, losing altitude, gaining it again. |
| 4 | 11 | If he had not been simply a winged beast, I would have believed him to be struggling with himself, a creature locked inwardly in mental torture. |
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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.
I was on my hands and knees, trying to get back on my feet, too near the edge.
The tarn was circling the cylinder, uttering piercing cries; then he began to fly away from the city.
Without knowing why, and thinking I was better off to have the thing in retreat, I seized my tarn whistle and blew its shrill note.
The giant bird seemed almost to shudder in the air, and then he reeled, losing altitude, gaining it again.
If he had not been simply a winged beast, I would have believed him to be struggling with himself, a creature locked inwardly in mental torture.
- (Tarnsman of Gor)