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Book 33. (1 results) Rebels of Gor (Individual Quote)

Yet he had spoken as though this fiction might have had ribs of iron and claws of steel, might be as real as ore and fire. - (Rebels of Gor, Chapter 13, Sentence #459)
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13 459 Yet he had View more quotes about spoken">spoken as though this fiction might have had ribs of iron and claws of steel, might be as real as ore and fire.

Book 33. (7 results) Rebels of Gor (Context Quote)

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13 456 Lord Yamada, on the other hand, I suspected, despite his alleged fear of its awakening, presumably manufactured for diplomatic reasons, would view such claims as preposterous, spun from no more than the fumes of benighted superstition.
13 457 What gave me pause in the matter, or at least uneasiness, were the references to such a beast by so unlikely an informant as Tyrtaios, who was not Pani, and would not have been likely to be acquainted with Pani lore.
13 458 Tyrtaios, as I understood him, a dark realist, as careful and prudential as a knife, was not likely to be the victim of any superstition, let alone that of an alien culture.
13 459 Yet he had spoken as though this fiction might have had ribs of iron and claws of steel, might be as real as ore and fire.
13 460 "Clothe yourself," I said to the girl.
13 461 While she rose up, and dressed, I went to a narrow window in the wall, which looked out, onto the night, and the palace courtyard.
13 462 In the light of the yellow moon, I could see guards below.
Lord Yamada, on the other hand, I suspected, despite his alleged fear of its awakening, presumably manufactured for diplomatic reasons, would view such claims as preposterous, spun from no more than the fumes of benighted superstition. What gave me pause in the matter, or at least uneasiness, were the references to such a beast by so unlikely an informant as Tyrtaios, who was not Pani, and would not have been likely to be acquainted with Pani lore. Tyrtaios, as I understood him, a dark realist, as careful and prudential as a knife, was not likely to be the victim of any superstition, let alone that of an alien culture. Yet he had spoken as though this fiction might have had ribs of iron and claws of steel, might be as real as ore and fire. "Clothe yourself," I said to the girl. While she rose up, and dressed, I went to a narrow window in the wall, which looked out, onto the night, and the palace courtyard. In the light of the yellow moon, I could see guards below. - (Rebels of Gor)