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Book 6. (1 results) Raiders of Gor (Individual Quote)

Then there came the clean, swift, singing flash of the bowstring and the flight arrow was aloft. - (Raiders of Gor, Chapter 3, Sentence #142)
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3 142 Then there View more quotes about came">came the clean, swift, singing flash of the bowstring and the flight arrow was aloft.

Book 6. (7 results) Raiders of Gor (Context Quote)

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3 139 Then Ho-Hak took, from among the arrows on the mat, the leather bracer and fastened it about his left forearm, that the arm not be lacerated by the string, and took the small tab as well, putting the first and second fingers of his right hand through, that in drawing the string the flesh might not be cut to the bone.
3 140 Then he took, from the unwrapped roll of arrows, now spilled on the leather, a flight arrow, and this, to my admiration, he fitted to the bow and drew it to the very pile itself.
3 141 He held the arrow up, pointing it into the sky, at an angle of some fifty degrees.
3 142 Then there came the clean, swift, singing flash of the bowstring and the flight arrow was aloft.
3 143 There were cries from all, of wonder and astonishment, for they would not have believed such a thing possible.
3 144 The arrow seemed lost, as though among the clouds, and so far was it that it seemed vanished in its falling.
3 145 The group was silent.
Then Ho-Hak took, from among the arrows on the mat, the leather bracer and fastened it about his left forearm, that the arm not be lacerated by the string, and took the small tab as well, putting the first and second fingers of his right hand through, that in drawing the string the flesh might not be cut to the bone. Then he took, from the unwrapped roll of arrows, now spilled on the leather, a flight arrow, and this, to my admiration, he fitted to the bow and drew it to the very pile itself. He held the arrow up, pointing it into the sky, at an angle of some fifty degrees. Then there came the clean, swift, singing flash of the bowstring and the flight arrow was aloft. There were cries from all, of wonder and astonishment, for they would not have believed such a thing possible. The arrow seemed lost, as though among the clouds, and so far was it that it seemed vanished in its falling. The group was silent. - (Raiders of Gor)