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Book 24. (1 results) Vagabonds of Gor (Individual Quote)

It then, for what reason I am not sure, perhaps because of its memory of fire, perhaps because of the injuries I had caused it, perhaps because of a mere desire to safeguard its prey, smote its great wings, and, blasting sand about, bending nearby rence almost to the water, began to rise into the air. - (Vagabonds of Gor, Chapter 19, Sentence #754)
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19 754 It then, for what View more quotes about reason">reason I am not sure, perhaps because of its memory of fire, perhaps because of the injuries I had caused it, perhaps because of a mere desire to safeguard its prey, smote its great wings, and, blasting sand about, bending nearby rence almost to the water, began to rise into the air.

Book 24. (7 results) Vagabonds of Gor (Context Quote)

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19 751 The ul had reached its head down, its jaws gaping, when it saw me approaching, some yards away.
19 752 It then lifted its head, closing its jaws.
19 753 It watched me approaching.
19 754 It then, for what reason I am not sure, perhaps because of its memory of fire, perhaps because of the injuries I had caused it, perhaps because of a mere desire to safeguard its prey, smote its great wings, and, blasting sand about, bending nearby rence almost to the water, began to rise into the air.
19 755 My eyes half closed, crouching, fighting my way through the sand and wind, I lunged toward it.
19 756 I did not attack its feet for fear of striking the girl.
19 757 I, then, was under it, running.
The ul had reached its head down, its jaws gaping, when it saw me approaching, some yards away. It then lifted its head, closing its jaws. It watched me approaching. It then, for what reason I am not sure, perhaps because of its memory of fire, perhaps because of the injuries I had caused it, perhaps because of a mere desire to safeguard its prey, smote its great wings, and, blasting sand about, bending nearby rence almost to the water, began to rise into the air. My eyes half closed, crouching, fighting my way through the sand and wind, I lunged toward it. I did not attack its feet for fear of striking the girl. I, then, was under it, running. - (Vagabonds of Gor)