Book 2. (1 results) Outlaw of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 25 | 13 | Our wild View more quotes about shadows">shadows like misformed giants locked in combat against the lofty walls of the torchlit chamber. |
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Book 2. (7 results) Outlaw of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 25 | 10 | His sword too was free of its sheath and we rushed on one another like larls in the Voltai, our weapons meeting with a sharp, free clash of sound, the trembling brilliant ring of well-tempered blades, each tone ringing in the clear, glittering music of swordplay. |
| 25 | 11 | Seemingly almost impassive, the golden-robed figure on the throne watched the two warriors moving backward and forward before her, one clad in the blue helmet and gray tunic of Tharna, the other in the universal scarlet of the Gorean Caste of Warriors. |
| 25 | 12 | Our reflections fought one another in the shimmering surface of the great golden mask behind the throne. |
| 25 | 13 | Our wild shadows like misformed giants locked in combat against the lofty walls of the torchlit chamber. |
| 25 | 14 | Then there was but one reflection and but one gigantic, grotesque shadow cast upon the walls of the Chamber of the Golden Mask. |
| 25 | 15 | Thorn lay at my feet. |
| 25 | 16 | I kicked the sword from the hand and turned over the body with my foot. |
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His sword too was free of its sheath and we rushed on one another like larls in the Voltai, our weapons meeting with a sharp, free clash of sound, the trembling brilliant ring of well-tempered blades, each tone ringing in the clear, glittering music of swordplay.
Seemingly almost impassive, the golden-robed figure on the throne watched the two warriors moving backward and forward before her, one clad in the blue helmet and gray tunic of Tharna, the other in the universal scarlet of the Gorean Caste of Warriors.
Our reflections fought one another in the shimmering surface of the great golden mask behind the throne.
Our wild shadows like misformed giants locked in combat against the lofty walls of the torchlit chamber.
Then there was but one reflection and but one gigantic, grotesque shadow cast upon the walls of the Chamber of the Golden Mask.
Thorn lay at my feet.
I kicked the sword from the hand and turned over the body with my foot.
- (Outlaw of Gor)