Book 1. (1 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 5 | 151 | I had View more quotes about chosen">chosen this area because it is the most uninhabitable area within tarn strike of Ar. |
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Book 1. (7 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 5 | 148 | I kept my course by the luminescent dial of my Gor compass, the needle of which pointed always to the Sardar Mountain Range, home of the Priest-Kings. |
| 5 | 149 | Sometimes I guided my tarn by the stars, the same fixed stars I had seen from another angle above my head in the mountains of New Hampshire. |
| 5 | 150 | The third day's camp was made in the swamp forest that borders the city of Ar on the north. |
| 5 | 151 | I had chosen this area because it is the most uninhabitable area within tarn strike of Ar. |
| 5 | 152 | I had seen too many village cooking fires on the last night, and twice I had heard the tarn whistles of nearby patrols—groups of three warriors flying their rounds. |
| 5 | 153 | The thought crossed my mind of giving up the project, turning outlaw, if you will, deserter, if you like, but of saving my own skin, trying to get out of this mad scheme if only with my life, and that only for a time. |
| 5 | 154 | But an hour before midnight, on the day I knew was the Planting Feast of Sa-Tarna, I climbed again to the saddle of my tarn, drew back on the one-strap, and rose above the lush trees of the swamp forest. |
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I kept my course by the luminescent dial of my Gor compass, the needle of which pointed always to the Sardar Mountain Range, home of the Priest-Kings.
Sometimes I guided my tarn by the stars, the same fixed stars I had seen from another angle above my head in the mountains of New Hampshire.
The third day's camp was made in the swamp forest that borders the city of Ar on the north.
I had chosen this area because it is the most uninhabitable area within tarn strike of Ar.
I had seen too many village cooking fires on the last night, and twice I had heard the tarn whistles of nearby patrols—groups of three warriors flying their rounds.
The thought crossed my mind of giving up the project, turning outlaw, if you will, deserter, if you like, but of saving my own skin, trying to get out of this mad scheme if only with my life, and that only for a time.
But an hour before midnight, on the day I knew was the Planting Feast of Sa-Tarna, I climbed again to the saddle of my tarn, drew back on the one-strap, and rose above the lush trees of the swamp forest.
- (Tarnsman of Gor)