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

Approaching me, stepping daintily for all its bulk, prancing over the strands, came one of the Swamp Spiders of Gor. - (Tarnsman of Gor, Chapter 6, Sentence #73)
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6 73 Approaching me, stepping daintily for all its bulk, prancing over the strands, came one of the swamp spiders of Gor.

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

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6 70 When I opened my eyes, I found myself partially adhering to a vast network of broad, elastic strands that formed a structure, perhaps a pasang in width, and through which at numerous points projected the monstrous trees of the swamp forest.
6 71 I felt the network, or web, tremble, and I struggled to rise, but found myself unable to gain my feet.
6 72 My flesh adhered to the adhesive substance of the broad strands.
6 73 Approaching me, stepping daintily for all its bulk, prancing over the strands, came one of the swamp spiders of Gor.
6 74 I fastened my eyes on the blue sky, wanting it to be the last thing I looked upon.
6 75 I shuddered as the beast paused near me, and I felt the light stroke of its forelegs, felt the tactile investigation of the sensory hairs on its appendages.
6 76 I looked at it, and it peered down, with its four pairs of pearly eyes—quizzically, I thought.
When I opened my eyes, I found myself partially adhering to a vast network of broad, elastic strands that formed a structure, perhaps a pasang in width, and through which at numerous points projected the monstrous trees of the swamp forest. I felt the network, or web, tremble, and I struggled to rise, but found myself unable to gain my feet. My flesh adhered to the adhesive substance of the broad strands. Approaching me, stepping daintily for all its bulk, prancing over the strands, came one of the swamp spiders of Gor. I fastened my eyes on the blue sky, wanting it to be the last thing I looked upon. I shuddered as the beast paused near me, and I felt the light stroke of its forelegs, felt the tactile investigation of the sensory hairs on its appendages. I looked at it, and it peered down, with its four pairs of pearly eyes—quizzically, I thought. - (Tarnsman of Gor, Chapter 6)