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Book 1. (1 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Individual Quote)

His enormous head turned toward me, and his round, wicked eyes blazed in my direction. - (Tarnsman of Gor, Chapter 3, Sentence #283)
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3 283 His enormous View more quotes about head">head turned toward me, and his round, wicked eyes blazed in my direction.

Book 1. (7 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Context Quote)

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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!".
4 1 The Mission I threw my right arm up to protect myself, the goad, attached by its strap to my wrist, flying wildly.
4 2 I seized it, using it like a puny stick, striking at the great snapping beak that was trying to seize me, as if I were a scrap of food on the high, flat plate of the cylinder's roof.
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!". The Mission I threw my right arm up to protect myself, the goad, attached by its strap to my wrist, flying wildly. I seized it, using it like a puny stick, striking at the great snapping beak that was trying to seize me, as if I were a scrap of food on the high, flat plate of the cylinder's roof. - (Tarnsman of Gor)