Book 5. (7 results) Assassin of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 22 | 83 | "Be still," whispered the leader of the group. |
| 22 | 84 | "He is a fool," whispered another. |
| 22 | 85 | "That," agreed the leader, "or Gladius of Cos". |
| 22 | 86 | The tarn, the great, fierce saddlebird of Gor, is a savage beast, a monster predator of the high, blue skies of this harsh world; at best it is scarce half domesticated; even tarnsmen seldom approach them without weapons and tarn goad; it is regarded madness to approach one that is feeding; the instincts of the tarn, like those of many predators, are to protect and defend a kill, to the death; Tarn Keepers, with their goads and training wires, have lost their lives with even young birds, trying to alter or correct this covetousness of its quarry; the winged majestic carnivores of Gor, her tarns, do not care to share their kills, until perhaps they have gorged their fill and carry then remnants of their repast to the encliffed nests of the Thentis or Voltai Ranges, there to drop meat into the gaping beaks of white tarnlings, the size of ponies. |
| 22 | 87 | "Stand back!" warned the leader of the men. |
| 22 | 88 | I stepped forward, until I stood within the ambit of the tarn's chain. |
| 22 | 89 | I spoke softly. |
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"Be still," whispered the leader of the group.
"He is a fool," whispered another.
"That," agreed the leader, "or Gladius of Cos".
The tarn, the great, fierce saddlebird of Gor, is a savage beast, a monster predator of the high, blue skies of this harsh world; at best it is scarce half domesticated; even tarnsmen seldom approach them without weapons and tarn goad; it is regarded madness to approach one that is feeding; the instincts of the tarn, like those of many predators, are to protect and defend a kill, to the death; Tarn Keepers, with their goads and training wires, have lost their lives with even young birds, trying to alter or correct this covetousness of its quarry; the winged majestic carnivores of Gor, her tarns, do not care to share their kills, until perhaps they have gorged their fill and carry then remnants of their repast to the encliffed nests of the Thentis or Voltai Ranges, there to drop meat into the gaping beaks of white tarnlings, the size of ponies.
"Stand back!" warned the leader of the men.
I stepped forward, until I stood within the ambit of the tarn's chain.
I spoke softly.
- (Assassin of Gor, Chapter )