Book 1. (7 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Context Quote)
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Sentence #
Quote
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134
It was the signature of my father, Matthew Cabot, who had disappeared when I was an infant.
1
135
I was dizzy, unsettled.
1
136
It seemed my vision reeled; I couldn't move.
1
137
Things grew black for a moment, but I shook myself and clenched my teeth, breathed in the sharp, cold mountain air, once, twice, three times, slowly, gathering the piercing contact of reality into my lungs, reassuring myself that I was alive, not dreaming, that I held in my hands a letter with an incredible date, delivered more than three hundred years later in the mountains of New Hampshire, written by a man who presumably, if still alive, was, as we reckon time, no more than fifty years of age—my father.
1
138
Even now I can remember the letter to the last word.
1
139
I think I will carry its simple, abrupt message burned into the cells of my brain until, as it is elsewhere said, I have returned to the Cities of Dust.
1
140
The third day of February, in the Year of Our Lord 1640.
It was the signature of my father, Matthew Cabot, who had disappeared when I was an infant.
I was dizzy, unsettled.
It seemed my vision reeled; I couldn't move.
Things grew black for a moment, but I shook myself and clenched my teeth, breathed in the sharp, cold mountain air, once, twice, three times, slowly, gathering the piercing contact of reality into my lungs, reassuring myself that I was alive, not dreaming, that I held in my hands a letter with an incredible date, delivered more than three hundred years later in the mountains of New Hampshire, written by a man who presumably, if still alive, was, as we reckon time, no more than fifty years of age—my father.
Even now I can remember the letter to the last word.
I think I will carry its simple, abrupt message burned into the cells of my brain until, as it is elsewhere said, I have returned to the Cities of Dust.
The third day of February, in the Year of Our Lord 1640.
- (Tarnsman of Gor, Chapter )