| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 17 | 280 | It View more quotes about looked">looked like a good bird. |
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| 17 | 277 | I looked down into the open hold of the round ship. |
| 17 | 278 | The wicked, curved, scimitarlike beak of the unhooded tarn lifted itself. |
| 17 | 279 | Its eyes blazed. |
| 17 | 280 | It looked like a good bird. |
| 17 | 281 | I regretted that it was not Ubar of the Skies. |
| 17 | 282 | It was a reddish brown tarn, a fairly common coloring for the great birds. |
| 17 | 283 | Mine own had been black-plumaged, a giant tarn, glossy, his great talons shod with steel, a bird bred for speed and war, a bird who had been, in his primitive, wild way, my friend. |