Book 1. (1 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 20 | 2 | I have View more quotes about never">never surrendered the hope that someday, somehow, I might return to Gor, our Counter-Earth. |
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Book 1. (7 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 19 | 252 | The warriors laughed, Marlenus the loudest. |
| 19 | 253 | "It seems I belong to you, bold Tarnsman," she said, "What are you going to do with me?" In answer, I hauled on the one-strap, and the great bird rose into the air, higher and higher, even into the clouds, and she cried to me, "Let it be now, Tarl," and even before we had passed the outermost ramparts of Ar, I had untied her ankles and flung her single garment to the streets below, to show her people what had been the fate of the daughter of their Ubar. |
| 20 | 1 | Epilogue It is time now for a lonely man to conclude his narrative, without bitterness but without resignation. |
| 20 | 2 | I have never surrendered the hope that someday, somehow, I might return to Gor, our Counter-Earth. |
| 20 | 3 | These final sentences are written in a small apartment in Manhattan, some six floors above the street. |
| 20 | 4 | The sounds of playing children carry through the open window. |
| 20 | 5 | I have refused to return to England, and I will remain in this country from which I departed, years ago, for that distant world which holds what I most love. |
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The warriors laughed, Marlenus the loudest.
"It seems I belong to you, bold Tarnsman," she said, "What are you going to do with me?" In answer, I hauled on the one-strap, and the great bird rose into the air, higher and higher, even into the clouds, and she cried to me, "Let it be now, Tarl," and even before we had passed the outermost ramparts of Ar, I had untied her ankles and flung her single garment to the streets below, to show her people what had been the fate of the daughter of their Ubar.
Epilogue It is time now for a lonely man to conclude his narrative, without bitterness but without resignation.
I have never surrendered the hope that someday, somehow, I might return to Gor, our Counter-Earth.
These final sentences are written in a small apartment in Manhattan, some six floors above the street.
The sounds of playing children carry through the open window.
I have refused to return to England, and I will remain in this country from which I departed, years ago, for that distant world which holds what I most love.
- (Tarnsman of Gor)