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Book 30. (1 results) Mariners of Gor (Individual Quote)

By nightfall the small boats were tiered in the galley holds, and the galleys themselves, scraped clean of vines and clinging blossoms, were nested. - (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 15, Sentence #60)
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15 60 By nightfall the View more quotes about small">small boats were tiered in the galley holds, and the galleys themselves, scraped clean of vines and clinging blossoms, were nested.

Book 30. (7 results) Mariners of Gor (Context Quote)

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15 57 The single, gigantic rudder of the ship of Tersites, was swathed with vines, but the wind drove her ahead.
15 58 We saw yards of vines being torn from the sea.
15 59 By evening the great ship was free of the Vine Sea and, sails furled, and sea hooks cast, she waited, a pasang west of the vines, the odor, and insects, while the numbers of ship's boats, and the four galleys, rejoined her.
15 60 By nightfall the small boats were tiered in the galley holds, and the galleys themselves, scraped clean of vines and clinging blossoms, were nested.
15 61 The wind shifted to the south, and we could no longer smell the Vine Sea.
15 62 Rather we felt the sharp, salted air of bright, vast, green Thassa, fresh and clean, once more in our nostrils, in our lungs, and blood.
15 63 We were again alive.
The single, gigantic rudder of the ship of Tersites, was swathed with vines, but the wind drove her ahead. We saw yards of vines being torn from the sea. By evening the great ship was free of the Vine Sea and, sails furled, and sea hooks cast, she waited, a pasang west of the vines, the odor, and insects, while the numbers of ship's boats, and the four galleys, rejoined her. By nightfall the small boats were tiered in the galley holds, and the galleys themselves, scraped clean of vines and clinging blossoms, were nested. The wind shifted to the south, and we could no longer smell the Vine Sea. Rather we felt the sharp, salted air of bright, vast, green Thassa, fresh and clean, once more in our nostrils, in our lungs, and blood. We were again alive. - (Mariners of Gor)