Book 16. (1 results) Guardsman of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 5 | 146 | How View more quotes about attractive">attractive, how inviting, they must appear to the predators of the Voskjard! A mighty rock, then, suddenly, not more than ten feet from my bench, plummeted through our deck, splintering the wood upward, exploding it upward, in a shower of sharpened fragments. |
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Book 16. (7 results) Guardsman of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 5 | 143 | They were too squat and sluggish; their holds were too large; their lines were clumsy; they were too slow, too unresponsive to their helms; they seemed little other than fat merchantmen, fit less for war than for the placid transportation of weighty cargoes. |
| 5 | 144 | Did Ar's Station truly think to match such swollen, ponderous freighters against the swift, sleek menace of the Voskjard's warships? And to aggravate the situation the ships of Ar's Station seemed undermanned. |
| 5 | 145 | What luscious fruit they must seem for picking. |
| 5 | 146 | How attractive, how inviting, they must appear to the predators of the Voskjard! A mighty rock, then, suddenly, not more than ten feet from my bench, plummeted through our deck, splintering the wood upward, exploding it upward, in a shower of sharpened fragments. |
| 5 | 147 | We had not even seen from whence the stone came. |
| 5 | 148 | A looping bowl of flaming pitch traced its trajectory off our starboard bow and fell into the water. |
| 5 | 149 | "Stroke!" called the oar master. |
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They were too squat and sluggish; their holds were too large; their lines were clumsy; they were too slow, too unresponsive to their helms; they seemed little other than fat merchantmen, fit less for war than for the placid transportation of weighty cargoes.
Did Ar's Station truly think to match such swollen, ponderous freighters against the swift, sleek menace of the Voskjard's warships? And to aggravate the situation the ships of Ar's Station seemed undermanned.
What luscious fruit they must seem for picking.
How attractive, how inviting, they must appear to the predators of the Voskjard! A mighty rock, then, suddenly, not more than ten feet from my bench, plummeted through our deck, splintering the wood upward, exploding it upward, in a shower of sharpened fragments.
We had not even seen from whence the stone came.
A looping bowl of flaming pitch traced its trajectory off our starboard bow and fell into the water.
"Stroke!" called the oar master.
- (Guardsman of Gor)