| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 7 | 223 | View more quotes about phoebe">Phoebe stood on her tiptoes, clinging to Marcus' arm, her slim, lovely body very straight. |
| 7 | 224 | She craned her neck. |
| 7 | 225 | She could still see, I thought, very little. |
| 7 | 226 | The close-fitting steel collar was lovely on her throat. |
| 7 | 227 | The collar, with its lock, muchly enhances a woman's beauty. |
| 7 | 228 | In a moment a large bipedalian saddle tharlarion, in golden panoply, its nails polished, its scales brushed bright, wheeled to a halt before the standard bearers. |
| 7 | 229 | Behind it came several other tharlarion, resplendent, too, but lesser in size and panoply, with riders. |