Book 2. (1 results) Outlaw of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 5 | 8 | The View more quotes about storm">storm had not abated, but I had ceased to mind it. |
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Book 2. (7 results) Outlaw of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 5 | 5 | Whereas Ar was glorious, a city of imposing grandeur, that acknowledged even by its blood foes; whereas Thentis had the proud violence of the rude mountains of Thentis for its setting; whereas Port Kar could boast the broad Tamber for its sister, and the gleaming, mysterious Thassa beyond, I thought my city to be truly the most beautiful, its variegated lofty cylinders rising so gently, so joyfully, among the calm, green hills. |
| 5 | 6 | An ancient poet, who incredibly enough to the Gorean mind had sung the glories of many of the cities of Gor, had spoken of Ko-ro-ba as the Towers of the Morning, and it is sometimes spoken of by that name. |
| 5 | 7 | The actual word Ko-ro-ba itself, more prosaically, is simply an expression in archaic Gorean referring to a village market. |
| 5 | 8 | The storm had not abated, but I had ceased to mind it. |
| 5 | 9 | Drenched, cold, I climbed on, holding my shield obliquely before me to deflect the wind and make the climb easier. |
| 5 | 10 | At last on the crest I waited and wiped the cold water from my eyes, waited for the flash of lightning that after these long years would reveal my city. |
| 5 | 11 | I longed for my city, and for my father, the magnificent Matthew Cabot, once Ubar, now Administrator of Ko-ro-ba, and for my friends, the proud Older Tarl, my master-at-arms, and Torm, the cheerful, grumbling little scribe who regarded even sleep and food as part of a conspiracy to separate him from the study of his beloved scrolls; and, mostly, I longed for Talena, she whom I had chosen for my companion, she for whom I had fought on Ar's Cylinder of Justice, she who loved me, and whom I loved, dark-haired, beautiful Talena, daughter of Marlenus, once Ubar of Ar. |
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Whereas Ar was glorious, a city of imposing grandeur, that acknowledged even by its blood foes; whereas Thentis had the proud violence of the rude mountains of Thentis for its setting; whereas Port Kar could boast the broad Tamber for its sister, and the gleaming, mysterious Thassa beyond, I thought my city to be truly the most beautiful, its variegated lofty cylinders rising so gently, so joyfully, among the calm, green hills.
An ancient poet, who incredibly enough to the Gorean mind had sung the glories of many of the cities of Gor, had spoken of Ko-ro-ba as the Towers of the Morning, and it is sometimes spoken of by that name.
The actual word Ko-ro-ba itself, more prosaically, is simply an expression in archaic Gorean referring to a village market.
The storm had not abated, but I had ceased to mind it.
Drenched, cold, I climbed on, holding my shield obliquely before me to deflect the wind and make the climb easier.
At last on the crest I waited and wiped the cold water from my eyes, waited for the flash of lightning that after these long years would reveal my city.
I longed for my city, and for my father, the magnificent Matthew Cabot, once Ubar, now Administrator of Ko-ro-ba, and for my friends, the proud Older Tarl, my master-at-arms, and Torm, the cheerful, grumbling little scribe who regarded even sleep and food as part of a conspiracy to separate him from the study of his beloved scrolls; and, mostly, I longed for Talena, she whom I had chosen for my companion, she for whom I had fought on Ar's Cylinder of Justice, she who loved me, and whom I loved, dark-haired, beautiful Talena, daughter of Marlenus, once Ubar of Ar.
- (Outlaw of Gor)