Book 1. (1 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 3 | 281 | His talons were shod with View more quotes about steel">steel—a war tarn. |
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Book 1. (7 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 3 | 278 | It sounded like something out of the Code of the Warrior, something which, if taken literally, would seem to encourage its believer to take not the slightest or most sane precautions for his safety. |
| 3 | 279 | I blew a note on the whistle, and it was shrill and different, of a new pitch from that of the Old Tarl. |
| 3 | 280 | Almost immediately from somewhere, perhaps from a ledge out of sight, rose a fantastic object, another giant tarn, even larger than the first, a glossy sable tarn which circled the cylinder once and then wheeled toward me, landing a few feet away, his talons striking on the roof with a sound like hurled gauntlets. |
| 3 | 281 | His talons were shod with steel—a war tarn. |
| 3 | 282 | He raised his curved beak to the sky and screamed, lifting and shaking his wings. |
| 3 | 283 | His enormous head turned toward me, and his round, wicked eyes blazed in my direction. |
| 3 | 284 | The next thing I knew his beak was open; I caught a brief sight of his thin, sharp tongue, as long as a man's arm, darting out and back, and then, snapping at me, he lunged forward, striking at me with that monstrous beak, and I heard the Older Tarl cry out in horror, "The goad! The goad!". |
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It sounded like something out of the Code of the Warrior, something which, if taken literally, would seem to encourage its believer to take not the slightest or most sane precautions for his safety.
I blew a note on the whistle, and it was shrill and different, of a new pitch from that of the Old Tarl.
Almost immediately from somewhere, perhaps from a ledge out of sight, rose a fantastic object, another giant tarn, even larger than the first, a glossy sable tarn which circled the cylinder once and then wheeled toward me, landing a few feet away, his talons striking on the roof with a sound like hurled gauntlets.
His talons were shod with steel—a war tarn.
He raised his curved beak to the sky and screamed, lifting and shaking his wings.
His enormous head turned toward me, and his round, wicked eyes blazed in my direction.
The next thing I knew his beak was open; I caught a brief sight of his thin, sharp tongue, as long as a man's arm, darting out and back, and then, snapping at me, he lunged forward, striking at me with that monstrous beak, and I heard the Older Tarl cry out in horror, "The goad! The goad!".
- (Tarnsman of Gor)