Book 30. (1 results) Mariners of Gor (Individual Quote)
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3
754
I heard the hideous noise of the pulsating pods sucking blood, pumping it to the roots, and, screaming, I tore the fangs from my leg and fled away, and then stopped, afraid to move, lest there be more such things about, lest I stumble and fall into a writhing patch of such plants.
I heard the hideous noise of the pulsating pods sucking blood, pumping it to the roots, and, screaming, I tore the fangs from my leg and fled away, and then stopped, afraid to move, lest there be more such things about, lest I stumble and fall into a writhing patch of such plants.
- (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 3, Sentence #754)
Book 30. (7 results) Mariners of Gor (Context Quote)
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Quote
3
751
I went almost blindly, putting one foot before the other.
3
752
As it grew dark I felt a sudden piercing, a fierce, doubled puncturing, in the calf of my right leg and I screamed in pain.
3
753
I thought 'ost,' but it was the twin, hollow thorns of a leech plant which had struck me.
3
754
I heard the hideous noise of the pulsating pods sucking blood, pumping it to the roots, and, screaming, I tore the fangs from my leg and fled away, and then stopped, afraid to move, lest there be more such things about, lest I stumble and fall into a writhing patch of such plants.
3
755
Entangled amongst them, they swarming about me, enwrapping me with their vines and tendrils, it was possible I would not have been able to rise to my feet.
3
756
I could hear them rustling about, on the sides, like whispers.
3
757
Then, step by step, with great care, I moved away from the stirring, agitated growths, and continued my journey.
I went almost blindly, putting one foot before the other.
As it grew dark I felt a sudden piercing, a fierce, doubled puncturing, in the calf of my right leg and I screamed in pain.
I thought 'ost,' but it was the twin, hollow thorns of a leech plant which had struck me.
I heard the hideous noise of the pulsating pods sucking blood, pumping it to the roots, and, screaming, I tore the fangs from my leg and fled away, and then stopped, afraid to move, lest there be more such things about, lest I stumble and fall into a writhing patch of such plants.
Entangled amongst them, they swarming about me, enwrapping me with their vines and tendrils, it was possible I would not have been able to rise to my feet.
I could hear them rustling about, on the sides, like whispers.
Then, step by step, with great care, I moved away from the stirring, agitated growths, and continued my journey.
- (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 3)