Book 5. (1 results) Assassin of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 21 | 271 | "View more quotes about kill">Kill him! Kill him!" I heard Philemon screaming. |
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Book 5. (7 results) Assassin of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 21 | 268 | As fans they shouted their anger at the deceit which had been practiced; as men they roared their fury at the unfair odds now designate upon the sand. |
| 21 | 269 | My world now was small, bright, alive, consisting of little other than swift, flashing, ringing patterns before me, then to the side, and once more before me. |
| 21 | 270 | I moved swiftly drawing one Warrior or another after me, and he who was swiftest died first; I turned and spun, accepting or not accepting an attack, always to isolate a man; vaguely, as though far off, I heard the screaming of Philemon in the Ubar's box, the shouting of Taurentians; in a moment's respite I saw a Taurentian slay a citizen who would have leaped into the arena to aid me; other Taurentians, with their spears, were forcing back the crowd, which seemed enraged. |
| 21 | 271 | "Kill him! Kill him!" I heard Philemon screaming. |
| 21 | 272 | Another Taurentian fell from my sword. |
| 21 | 273 | One of the attendants with a whip struck me as I fought and I spun on him. |
| 21 | 274 | He threw the whip to the sand and ran howling from the arena. |
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As fans they shouted their anger at the deceit which had been practiced; as men they roared their fury at the unfair odds now designate upon the sand.
My world now was small, bright, alive, consisting of little other than swift, flashing, ringing patterns before me, then to the side, and once more before me.
I moved swiftly drawing one Warrior or another after me, and he who was swiftest died first; I turned and spun, accepting or not accepting an attack, always to isolate a man; vaguely, as though far off, I heard the screaming of Philemon in the Ubar's box, the shouting of Taurentians; in a moment's respite I saw a Taurentian slay a citizen who would have leaped into the arena to aid me; other Taurentians, with their spears, were forcing back the crowd, which seemed enraged.
"Kill him! Kill him!" I heard Philemon screaming.
Another Taurentian fell from my sword.
One of the attendants with a whip struck me as I fought and I spun on him.
He threw the whip to the sand and ran howling from the arena.
- (Assassin of Gor)