Book 5. (1 results) Assassin of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 22 | 406 | There was a sudden clang of the judge's bar and the rope stretched before the tarns was jerked away. |
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Book 5. (7 results) Assassin of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 22 | 403 | The tarnsmen, of course, centuries before, had been developed from land forces; it had always seemed to me that the tarn cavalries of Gor might be considerably improved by a judicious alteration of weapons and training practices; however, I had never had a command of tarnsmen of my own, and my ideas were of little interest, even to the tarnsmen of Ko-ro-ba, my city. |
| 22 | 404 | The Tuchuk horn bow was now strung, the quiver attached to the saddle, with the rope and bola. |
| 22 | 405 | I wore my sword; I carried the killing knife I had taken from the back of Mip; lastly, thrust in my belt, was the double-edged quiva, the Tuchuk saddle knife. |
| 22 | 406 | There was a sudden clang of the judge's bar and the rope stretched before the tarns was jerked away. |
| 22 | 407 | The tarns, with the exception of my own, hurled themselves screaming, wings snapping, from the perches and streaked for the first of the side rings. |
| 22 | 408 | "Hold!" I had cried, and the great beast I rode, though it trembled, eyes blazing, did not leave the perch. |
| 22 | 409 | There was a cry of dismay from those near my perch. |
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The tarnsmen, of course, centuries before, had been developed from land forces; it had always seemed to me that the tarn cavalries of Gor might be considerably improved by a judicious alteration of weapons and training practices; however, I had never had a command of tarnsmen of my own, and my ideas were of little interest, even to the tarnsmen of Ko-ro-ba, my city.
The Tuchuk horn bow was now strung, the quiver attached to the saddle, with the rope and bola.
I wore my sword; I carried the killing knife I had taken from the back of Mip; lastly, thrust in my belt, was the double-edged quiva, the Tuchuk saddle knife.
There was a sudden clang of the judge's bar and the rope stretched before the tarns was jerked away.
The tarns, with the exception of my own, hurled themselves screaming, wings snapping, from the perches and streaked for the first of the side rings.
"Hold!" I had cried, and the great beast I rode, though it trembled, eyes blazing, did not leave the perch.
There was a cry of dismay from those near my perch.
- (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 22)