Book 5. (1 results) Assassin of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 22 | 501 | The Silver View more quotes about bird">bird flashed past. |
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Book 5. (7 results) Assassin of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 22 | 498 | The Red rider broke free and returned to the race. |
| 22 | 499 | He had also, like Menicius of Port Kar, and two of the other riders, raced in the eighth. |
| 22 | 500 | He was a small bearded man, stripped to the waist; about his neck he wore a bone talisman for good luck. |
| 22 | 501 | The Silver bird flashed past. |
| 22 | 502 | My tarn was locked, talon to talon, with a nonfaction bird; each was tearing at the other; the tarn goad of the rider struck me, almost blinding me with pain; for an instant my consciousness seemed nothing but a blinding shower of yellow, fiery needles; his tarn struck for me and I beat its beak away with my own tarn goad, cursing wildly; we turned and, held in the saddles by safety straps, spinning, we struck at one another, tarn goads like swords, splashing light about; and then we were past the ring and broke apart; my bird would have stayed to kill; but I drew it away. |
| 22 | 503 | "On, Ubar of the Skies!" I cried. |
| 22 | 504 | "On!" There were now three birds beyond us, the Red, the Silver, and the Yellow. |
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The Red rider broke free and returned to the race.
He had also, like Menicius of Port Kar, and two of the other riders, raced in the eighth.
He was a small bearded man, stripped to the waist; about his neck he wore a bone talisman for good luck.
The Silver bird flashed past.
My tarn was locked, talon to talon, with a nonfaction bird; each was tearing at the other; the tarn goad of the rider struck me, almost blinding me with pain; for an instant my consciousness seemed nothing but a blinding shower of yellow, fiery needles; his tarn struck for me and I beat its beak away with my own tarn goad, cursing wildly; we turned and, held in the saddles by safety straps, spinning, we struck at one another, tarn goads like swords, splashing light about; and then we were past the ring and broke apart; my bird would have stayed to kill; but I drew it away.
"On, Ubar of the Skies!" I cried.
"On!" There were now three birds beyond us, the Red, the Silver, and the Yellow.
- (Assassin of Gor)