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Book 22. (1 results) Dancer of Gor (Individual Quote)

Almost instantly another of the men had begun to draw his sword, but the beast, before the blade was half from the sheath, on all fours, scrambling, tearing the grass behind it, moving with incredible swiftness, not like anything on two legs, seized him and tore open his throat with a single slash of those terrible fangs. - (Dancer of Gor, Chapter 29, Sentence #230)
Chapter # Sentence # Quote
29 230 Almost instantly another of the men had begun to draw his sword, but the beast, before the blade was half from the sheath, on all fours, scrambling, tearing the grass behind it, moving with incredible swiftness, not like anything on two legs, seized him and tore open his throat with a single slash of those terrible fangs.

Book 22. (7 results) Dancer of Gor (Context Quote)

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
29 227 It had perhaps been hidden in a pit, or burrow.
29 228 Its ears had been upright.
29 229 It bit through the back of the neck of the man and cast the body down, with the quarter of the dried tarsk which they had brought.
29 230 Almost instantly another of the men had begun to draw his sword, but the beast, before the blade was half from the sheath, on all fours, scrambling, tearing the grass behind it, moving with incredible swiftness, not like anything on two legs, seized him and tore open his throat with a single slash of those terrible fangs.
29 231 We screamed in terror, bound, twisting at the railing, half choked.
29 232 "Do not draw your swords!" cried the small fellow.
29 233 "Do not draw your swords! It is harmless.
It had perhaps been hidden in a pit, or burrow. Its ears had been upright. It bit through the back of the neck of the man and cast the body down, with the quarter of the dried tarsk which they had brought. Almost instantly another of the men had begun to draw his sword, but the beast, before the blade was half from the sheath, on all fours, scrambling, tearing the grass behind it, moving with incredible swiftness, not like anything on two legs, seized him and tore open his throat with a single slash of those terrible fangs. We screamed in terror, bound, twisting at the railing, half choked. "Do not draw your swords!" cried the small fellow. "Do not draw your swords! It is harmless. - (Dancer of Gor, Chapter 29)