Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 26 | 326 | From it, wet, wrinkled, rotted, dead for View more quotes about perhaps">perhaps months or years, he drew forth the body of an unborn tharlarion. |
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Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 26 | 323 | "It is dye," he said. |
| 26 | 324 | "Dye?" I asked. |
| 26 | 325 | Harold got up and went to the shattered, stiff shards of the egg. |
| 26 | 326 | From it, wet, wrinkled, rotted, dead for perhaps months or years, he drew forth the body of an unborn tharlarion. |
| 26 | 327 | "I told you," said Kamchak, kindly, "the egg was worthless". |
| 26 | 328 | I staggered to my feet, standing now and looking down at the shattered fragments of the egg. |
| 26 | 329 | I stooped down and picked up one of the stiff shards and rubbed it, seeing the golden stain now left on my fingertips. |
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"It is dye," he said.
"Dye?" I asked.
Harold got up and went to the shattered, stiff shards of the egg.
From it, wet, wrinkled, rotted, dead for perhaps months or years, he drew forth the body of an unborn tharlarion.
"I told you," said Kamchak, kindly, "the egg was worthless".
I staggered to my feet, standing now and looking down at the shattered fragments of the egg.
I stooped down and picked up one of the stiff shards and rubbed it, seeing the golden stain now left on my fingertips.
- (Nomads of Gor)