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

There was a rush of wings outside the window of my apartment, and the Older Tarl flung himself across the room and dragged me to the floor. - (Tarnsman of Gor, Chapter 4, Sentence #90)
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4 90 There was a rush of View more quotes about wings">wings outside the window of my apartment, and the Older Tarl flung himself across the room and dragged me to the floor.

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

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4 87 For example, I would have given my name as Tarl Cabot of Ko-ro-ba, or, more simply, as Tarl of Ko-ro-ba.
4 88 The Lower Castes, incidentally, commonly believe that the names of the High Castes are actually use-names and that the High Castes conceal their real names.
4 89 Our discussion terminated abruptly.
4 90 There was a rush of wings outside the window of my apartment, and the Older Tarl flung himself across the room and dragged me to the floor.
4 91 At the same moment the iron bolt of a crossbow, fired through one of the narrow windows, struck the wall behind my chair-stone and ricocheted viciously about the room.
4 92 I caught a glimpse of a black helmet through the port as a warrior, still clutching a crossbow and mounted on his tarn, hauled up on the one-strap and flew from the window.
4 93 There were shouts, and, rushing to the window, I saw several answering bolts leave the cylinder and fly in the direction of the retreating assailant, who was now almost half a pasang away and making good his escape.
For example, I would have given my name as Tarl Cabot of Ko-ro-ba, or, more simply, as Tarl of Ko-ro-ba. The Lower Castes, incidentally, commonly believe that the names of the High Castes are actually use-names and that the High Castes conceal their real names. Our discussion terminated abruptly. There was a rush of wings outside the window of my apartment, and the Older Tarl flung himself across the room and dragged me to the floor. At the same moment the iron bolt of a crossbow, fired through one of the narrow windows, struck the wall behind my chair-stone and ricocheted viciously about the room. I caught a glimpse of a black helmet through the port as a warrior, still clutching a crossbow and mounted on his tarn, hauled up on the one-strap and flew from the window. There were shouts, and, rushing to the window, I saw several answering bolts leave the cylinder and fly in the direction of the retreating assailant, who was now almost half a pasang away and making good his escape. - (Tarnsman of Gor)