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Book 1. (1 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Individual Quote)

It charged, its great webbed feet striking the marsh water like explosions. - (Tarnsman of Gor, Chapter 6, Sentence #144)
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6 144 It charged, its great webbed View more quotes about feet">feet striking the marsh water like explosions.

Book 1. (7 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Context Quote)

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6 141 A shattering squeal of pain rent the heavy air of the swamp forest, and the tharlarion actually reared on its hind legs and spun about in pain, sucking the brown stump of its tongue back into its mouth with an ugly popping noise.
6 142 Then it splashed on its back in the water, rolled quickly onto its legs, and began to move its head in rapid scanning motions.
6 143 Almost immediately its eyes fixed on me; its mouth, now filled with a colorless scum, opened, revealing its teeth ridges.
6 144 It charged, its great webbed feet striking the marsh water like explosions.
6 145 In an instant the mouth had snapped for me, and I had left the mark of my blade deep in the teeth ridges of its lower jaw.
6 146 It snapped again, and I knelt, the jaws passing over me as I thrust upward with the sword, piercing the neck.
6 147 It backed away to about four or five paces, slowly, unsteadily.
A shattering squeal of pain rent the heavy air of the swamp forest, and the tharlarion actually reared on its hind legs and spun about in pain, sucking the brown stump of its tongue back into its mouth with an ugly popping noise. Then it splashed on its back in the water, rolled quickly onto its legs, and began to move its head in rapid scanning motions. Almost immediately its eyes fixed on me; its mouth, now filled with a colorless scum, opened, revealing its teeth ridges. It charged, its great webbed feet striking the marsh water like explosions. In an instant the mouth had snapped for me, and I had left the mark of my blade deep in the teeth ridges of its lower jaw. It snapped again, and I knelt, the jaws passing over me as I thrust upward with the sword, piercing the neck. It backed away to about four or five paces, slowly, unsteadily. - (Tarnsman of Gor)