Book 28. (1 results) Kur of Gor (Individual Quote)
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Quote
74
17
Much of the music was lost on Cabot, as he could hear little of it, and what he heard was little to his liking.
Much of the music was lost on Cabot, as he could hear little of it, and what he heard was little to his liking.
- (Kur of Gor, Chapter 74, Sentence #17)
Book 28. (7 results) Kur of Gor (Context Quote)
Chapter #
Sentence #
Quote
74
14
"Come back!" she cried, shaking the bars.
74
15
"Come back!" But he was gone.
74
16
* * * * The festival would last several days.
74
17
Much of the music was lost on Cabot, as he could hear little of it, and what he heard was little to his liking.
74
18
The martial dances were more fascinating, particularly the convolutions of Kurii, which were hitherto unknown to him.
74
19
He was familiar with martial dances from Gor, of course, which are used not simply for public displays, and such, but in the training of infantry, the turns, advances, withdrawals, the liftings and lowerings of spears, the rhythmic clash of blades on shields, the stamping of feet, the glittering of light on helmets, and spears.
74
20
On level ground nothing could stand against the weight of a thousand spears, of different lengths, bristling before the advance, rushed forward with the weight of a thousand running, screaming men behind them.
"Come back!" she cried, shaking the bars.
"Come back!" But he was gone.
* * * * The festival would last several days.
Much of the music was lost on Cabot, as he could hear little of it, and what he heard was little to his liking.
The martial dances were more fascinating, particularly the convolutions of Kurii, which were hitherto unknown to him.
He was familiar with martial dances from Gor, of course, which are used not simply for public displays, and such, but in the training of infantry, the turns, advances, withdrawals, the liftings and lowerings of spears, the rhythmic clash of blades on shields, the stamping of feet, the glittering of light on helmets, and spears.
On level ground nothing could stand against the weight of a thousand spears, of different lengths, bristling before the advance, rushed forward with the weight of a thousand running, screaming men behind them.
- (Kur of Gor, Chapter 74)