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Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)

In a moment the tarn had leapt from the platform, spread its wings, soared for a brief moment, swooping downward, and had then, with a sudden snapping of those mighty wings, begun to fly. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 19, Sentence #565)
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19 565 In a View more quotes about moment">moment the tarn had leapt from the platform, spread its wings, soared for a brief moment, swooping downward, and had then, with a sudden snapping of those mighty wings, begun to fly.

Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)

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19 562 "Did you learn the origin of the disturbance in the city, the cause of such shouting, of such commotion, in the streets?" "Yes," said Selius Arconious.
19 563 "Talena has disappeared from the palace".
19 564 Portus then gestured ahead, and urged his tarn forth, out of the loft area, to the platform.
19 565 In a moment the tarn had leapt from the platform, spread its wings, soared for a brief moment, swooping downward, and had then, with a sudden snapping of those mighty wings, begun to fly.
19 566 The tarn basket attached to the bird's harness, having slid on its leather runners from the platform, swung darkly on its ropes beneath the bird.
19 567 Portus kept the bird low, and it moved in relative silence amongst the cylinders of the city.
19 568 In a moment Fel Doron, with his tarn and basket, had left the platform.
"Did you learn the origin of the disturbance in the city, the cause of such shouting, of such commotion, in the streets?" "Yes," said Selius Arconious. "Talena has disappeared from the palace". Portus then gestured ahead, and urged his tarn forth, out of the loft area, to the platform. In a moment the tarn had leapt from the platform, spread its wings, soared for a brief moment, swooping downward, and had then, with a sudden snapping of those mighty wings, begun to fly. The tarn basket attached to the bird's harness, having slid on its leather runners from the platform, swung darkly on its ropes beneath the bird. Portus kept the bird low, and it moved in relative silence amongst the cylinders of the city. In a moment Fel Doron, with his tarn and basket, had left the platform. - (Prize of Gor)