Book 30. (1 results) Mariners of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 2 | 4 | We detected it first, by the glass of the Builders, from the stem castle, far off, through the fog, not clear, seemingly risen from the sea as might a mountain, as the islands that thassa sometimes lifts from her bosom, in southern waters, with a roiling of waves, a casting of stones, and smoke and fire, when she pleases. |
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Book 30. (7 results) Mariners of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 2 | 1 | This Occurred Betwixt Cos and Tyros It was an awesome sight. |
| 2 | 2 | One feared it was a ship of no mortal creation, but rather a vessel of Priest-Kings, come from the clouds over the Sardar, gone on air. |
| 2 | 3 | Yet, as our patrol craft had approached it, and we could more discern its make, it was seen to be clearly formed of wood, carvel-built, six-masted, single-ruddered, massively so, square-sailed. |
| 2 | 4 | We detected it first, by the glass of the Builders, from the stem castle, far off, through the fog, not clear, seemingly risen from the sea as might a mountain, as the islands that thassa sometimes lifts from her bosom, in southern waters, with a roiling of waves, a casting of stones, and smoke and fire, when she pleases. |
| 2 | 5 | "It is a fortress, a city!" exclaimed the left helmsman. |
| 2 | 6 | "There can be nothing here," said the captain. |
| 2 | 7 | "These are open waters. |
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This Occurred Betwixt Cos and Tyros It was an awesome sight.
One feared it was a ship of no mortal creation, but rather a vessel of Priest-Kings, come from the clouds over the Sardar, gone on air.
Yet, as our patrol craft had approached it, and we could more discern its make, it was seen to be clearly formed of wood, carvel-built, six-masted, single-ruddered, massively so, square-sailed.
We detected it first, by the glass of the Builders, from the stem castle, far off, through the fog, not clear, seemingly risen from the sea as might a mountain, as the islands that thassa sometimes lifts from her bosom, in southern waters, with a roiling of waves, a casting of stones, and smoke and fire, when she pleases.
"It is a fortress, a city!" exclaimed the left helmsman.
"There can be nothing here," said the captain.
"These are open waters.
- (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 2)