| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 9 | 1773 | "View more quotes about beat">Beat him!" cried Bran Loort, pointing out Thurnus. |
| 9 | 1774 | There was a cry of anger from the onlookers. |
| 9 | 1775 | The young men raised their staves, together, to charge upon Thurnus, who turned, to accept their challenge. |
| 9 | 1776 | "Stop!" cried a voice. |
| 9 | 1777 | There were the shrill squeals of sleen. |
| 9 | 1778 | Sandal Thong stood at the edge of the circle, in each fist the leash, a short leash, of a sleen. |
| 9 | 1779 | The animals strained against the leashed collars, trying to creep forward, their eyes blazing, saliva loose and dripping from their jaws, the wet fangs shining in the firelight. |