Book 22. (1 results) Dancer of Gor (Individual Quote)
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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.
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)
Book 22. (7 results) Dancer of Gor (Context Quote)
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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)