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Book 5. (1 results) Assassin of Gor (Individual Quote)

I watched the dark, swift flight of the quarrel, like a black needle, and saw it drop into the back of the Taurentian, who suddenly stiffened, seeming inches taller, the metal fins of the bolt like a tiny dark triangle in the purple of the cloak, and pitched lifeless from the wall. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 22, Sentence #181)
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22 181 I watched the View more quotes about dark">dark, swift flight of the quarrel, like a black needle, and saw it drop into the back of the Taurentian, who suddenly stiffened, seeming inches taller, the metal fins of the bolt like a tiny dark triangle in the purple of the cloak, and pitched lifeless from the wall.

Book 5. (7 results) Assassin of Gor (Context Quote)

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22 178 The crossbowman with me said, "Do not fear".
22 179 He raised his weapon to his shoulder.
22 180 Mip was clearing the center ring of the end rings when the heavy leather-wrapped cable of the crossbow sprang forward and the quarrel hissed from the guide.
22 181 I watched the dark, swift flight of the quarrel, like a black needle, and saw it drop into the back of the Taurentian, who suddenly stiffened, seeming inches taller, the metal fins of the bolt like a tiny dark triangle in the purple of the cloak, and pitched lifeless from the wall.
22 182 Mip cleared the third of the end rings and streaked on.
22 183 "An excellent shot," I said.
22 184 The crossbowman shrugged, drawing back the heavy cable on the bow.
The crossbowman with me said, "Do not fear". He raised his weapon to his shoulder. Mip was clearing the center ring of the end rings when the heavy leather-wrapped cable of the crossbow sprang forward and the quarrel hissed from the guide. I watched the dark, swift flight of the quarrel, like a black needle, and saw it drop into the back of the Taurentian, who suddenly stiffened, seeming inches taller, the metal fins of the bolt like a tiny dark triangle in the purple of the cloak, and pitched lifeless from the wall. Mip cleared the third of the end rings and streaked on. "An excellent shot," I said. The crossbowman shrugged, drawing back the heavy cable on the bow. - (Assassin of Gor)