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Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)

We stood on the wall near the main gate of Turia, through which I had entered the city some four days ago, the morning after the departure of the Tuchuk wagons for the pastures this side of the Ta-Thassa Mountains, beyond which lay the vast, gleaming Thassa itself. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 21, Sentence #189)
Chapter # Sentence # Quote
21 189 We stood on the wall near the main gate of Turia, through which I had entered the city some four days ago, the morning after the departure of the Tuchuk wagons for the pastures this side of the Ta-thassa Mountains, beyond which lay the vast, gleaming thassa itself.

Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
21 186 "I shall miss you, too, my Dina of Turia," I told her.
21 187 In no hurry to depart from the wall, we stood together there.
21 188 It was shortly before the tenth Gorean hour, or noon of the Gorean day.
21 189 We stood on the wall near the main gate of Turia, through which I had entered the city some four days ago, the morning after the departure of the Tuchuk wagons for the pastures this side of the Ta-thassa Mountains, beyond which lay the vast, gleaming thassa itself.
21 190 I watched the merchant wagon, large and heavy, wide, with planked sides painted alternately white and gold, covered with a white and gold rain canvas.
21 191 It was drawn not by the draft tharlarion like most merchant wagons but, like some, by four brown bosk.
21 192 "How will you leave the city?" asked Dina.
"I shall miss you, too, my Dina of Turia," I told her. In no hurry to depart from the wall, we stood together there. It was shortly before the tenth Gorean hour, or noon of the Gorean day. We stood on the wall near the main gate of Turia, through which I had entered the city some four days ago, the morning after the departure of the Tuchuk wagons for the pastures this side of the Ta-thassa Mountains, beyond which lay the vast, gleaming thassa itself. I watched the merchant wagon, large and heavy, wide, with planked sides painted alternately white and gold, covered with a white and gold rain canvas. It was drawn not by the draft tharlarion like most merchant wagons but, like some, by four brown bosk. "How will you leave the city?" asked Dina. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 21)