Book 28. (1 results) Kur of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 36 | 9 | "Lita," called Cabot, "fling the garland!" Lita removed the garland from her hair and tossed it away from her, and scarcely had it left her hand than the string of the bow of Lord Grendel leaped forward, and then vibrated with that sudden, intense purr, the bow's music, signaling a flight. |
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Book 28. (7 results) Kur of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 36 | 6 | This garland was woven of shrub flowers, a white Lirillium, and was in width some seven or eight inches. |
| 36 | 7 | Such things, hung on wands, are familiar targets in rustic archery. |
| 36 | 8 | A shaft placed within the garland scores, and one which nicks or cuts the wand scores higher, and one which splits the wand scores highest. |
| 36 | 9 | "Lita," called Cabot, "fling the garland!" Lita removed the garland from her hair and tossed it away from her, and scarcely had it left her hand than the string of the bow of Lord Grendel leaped forward, and then vibrated with that sudden, intense purr, the bow's music, signaling a flight. |
| 36 | 10 | The roarlike hum is unmistakable. |
| 36 | 11 | The bow is sometimes spoken of as the peasant's lyre. |
| 36 | 12 | "Ai!" exclaimed Cabot, muchly pleased, for the garland rested upon the long, quivering shaft, deep in the tree. |
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This garland was woven of shrub flowers, a white Lirillium, and was in width some seven or eight inches.
Such things, hung on wands, are familiar targets in rustic archery.
A shaft placed within the garland scores, and one which nicks or cuts the wand scores higher, and one which splits the wand scores highest.
"Lita," called Cabot, "fling the garland!" Lita removed the garland from her hair and tossed it away from her, and scarcely had it left her hand than the string of the bow of Lord Grendel leaped forward, and then vibrated with that sudden, intense purr, the bow's music, signaling a flight.
The roarlike hum is unmistakable.
The bow is sometimes spoken of as the peasant's lyre.
"Ai!" exclaimed Cabot, muchly pleased, for the garland rested upon the long, quivering shaft, deep in the tree.
- (Kur of Gor, Chapter 36)