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Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)

Harold, wrists still bound behind his back, hurled himself against two men and, screaming, they pitched backward into the Yellow Pool of Turia. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 18, Sentence #87)
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18 87 View more quotes about harold">Harold, wrists still bound behind his back, hurled himself against two men and, screaming, they pitched backward into the Yellow Pool of Turia.

Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)

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18 84 The crossbowmen were each winding their string tight for a new quarrel.
18 85 The quiva had sought and found the heart of two before even they realized I was upon them.
18 86 Then another fell.
18 87 Harold, wrists still bound behind his back, hurled himself against two men and, screaming, they pitched backward into the Yellow Pool of Turia.
18 88 Saphrar cried out and darted away.
18 89 The remaining two guardsmen, who had no crossbows, simultaneously whipped out their swords.
18 90 Behind them, quiva poised in his fingertips, I could see the hooded Paravaci.
The crossbowmen were each winding their string tight for a new quarrel. The quiva had sought and found the heart of two before even they realized I was upon them. Then another fell. Harold, wrists still bound behind his back, hurled himself against two men and, screaming, they pitched backward into the Yellow Pool of Turia. Saphrar cried out and darted away. The remaining two guardsmen, who had no crossbows, simultaneously whipped out their swords. Behind them, quiva poised in his fingertips, I could see the hooded Paravaci. - (Nomads of Gor)