Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 4 | 51 | How vain is he? How skillful is he? He would be both skillful and vain; he was tuchuk. |
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Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 4 | 48 | He is under the eyes of warriors of the other peoples. |
| 4 | 49 | It would be safest to throw low. |
| 4 | 50 | It would be a finer cast, however, to try for the throat or head. |
| 4 | 51 | How vain is he? How skillful is he? He would be both skillful and vain; he was tuchuk. |
| 4 | 52 | To the head came the flashing bola moving in its hideous, swift revolution almost invisible in the air and I, instead of lowering my head or throwing myself to the ground, met instead the flying weighted leather with the blade of a Koroban short sword, with the edge that would divide silk dropped upon it, and the taut straps, two of them, flew from the blade and the other strap and the three weights looped off into the grass, and the tuchuk at the same time, scarcely realizing what had occurred, leaped from the kaiila, quiva in hand, to find himself unexpectedly facing a braced warrior of Ko-ro-ba, sword drawn. |
| 4 | 53 | The quiva reversed itself in his hand, an action so swift I was only aware of it as his arm flew back, his hand on the blade, to hurl the weapon. |
| 4 | 54 | It sped toward me with incredible velocity over the handful of feet that separated us. |
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He is under the eyes of warriors of the other peoples.
It would be safest to throw low.
It would be a finer cast, however, to try for the throat or head.
How vain is he? How skillful is he? He would be both skillful and vain; he was tuchuk.
To the head came the flashing bola moving in its hideous, swift revolution almost invisible in the air and I, instead of lowering my head or throwing myself to the ground, met instead the flying weighted leather with the blade of a Koroban short sword, with the edge that would divide silk dropped upon it, and the taut straps, two of them, flew from the blade and the other strap and the three weights looped off into the grass, and the tuchuk at the same time, scarcely realizing what had occurred, leaped from the kaiila, quiva in hand, to find himself unexpectedly facing a braced warrior of Ko-ro-ba, sword drawn.
The quiva reversed itself in his hand, an action so swift I was only aware of it as his arm flew back, his hand on the blade, to hurl the weapon.
It sped toward me with incredible velocity over the handful of feet that separated us.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 4)