Book 2. (1 results) Outlaw of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 14 | 6 | Mingled with calls for the View more quotes about tarn">tarn, occasional taunts and jibes carried across the sand. |
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Book 2. (7 results) Outlaw of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 14 | 3 | Andreas of Tor tried to remain at my side, to share my fate, but he was beaten and dragged senseless from the arena. |
| 14 | 4 | The crowd seemed eager to observe what would happen next. |
| 14 | 5 | It stirred impatiently beneath the billowing silk of the awnings, rearranged its silken cushions, partook distractedly of candies and sweetmeats distributed by gray-robed figures. |
| 14 | 6 | Mingled with calls for the tarn, occasional taunts and jibes carried across the sand. |
| 14 | 7 | Perhaps the Amusements of Tharna were not spoiled at all; perhaps the best was yet to come? Surely my death beneath the beak and talons of a tarn would provide a gratifying spectacle for the insatiable masks of Tharna, adequate compensation for the disappointments of the afternoon, for the disregard of their will, for the defiance they had witnessed? Though I sensed I was to die, I was not ill pleased at the manner. |
| 14 | 8 | Hideous though the death might seem to the silver masks of Tharna, they did not know that I was a tarnsman, and knew these birds, their power, their ferocity; that in my way I loved them; and that as a warrior I would not find a death by tarn ignoble. |
| 14 | 9 | Grimly I smiled to myself. |
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Andreas of Tor tried to remain at my side, to share my fate, but he was beaten and dragged senseless from the arena.
The crowd seemed eager to observe what would happen next.
It stirred impatiently beneath the billowing silk of the awnings, rearranged its silken cushions, partook distractedly of candies and sweetmeats distributed by gray-robed figures.
Mingled with calls for the tarn, occasional taunts and jibes carried across the sand.
Perhaps the Amusements of Tharna were not spoiled at all; perhaps the best was yet to come? Surely my death beneath the beak and talons of a tarn would provide a gratifying spectacle for the insatiable masks of Tharna, adequate compensation for the disappointments of the afternoon, for the disregard of their will, for the defiance they had witnessed? Though I sensed I was to die, I was not ill pleased at the manner.
Hideous though the death might seem to the silver masks of Tharna, they did not know that I was a tarnsman, and knew these birds, their power, their ferocity; that in my way I loved them; and that as a warrior I would not find a death by tarn ignoble.
Grimly I smiled to myself.
- (Outlaw of Gor)