Book 30. (1 results) Mariners of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 7 | 158 | My ship cleaves your waves, braves your winds, and scorns your storms! We tread upon you, mighty thassa, passing as we will and please! Do your worst, mighty thassa! You are mocked! You are scorned!" Dusk came early, and it seemed the cold never left. |
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Book 30. (7 results) Mariners of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 7 | 155 | Let thassa shrink and tremble before Tersites and his mighty ship! He subdues her! He humbles her! He breaks her to the yoke of his will! Yea, I, Tersites, whom men scorned, whom men ridiculed and banished, whom men despised and mocked for years, now, first of all men, at last, mighty and glorious, conquer dreaded thassa. |
| 7 | 156 | I dare you, violent thassa, to do your worst. |
| 7 | 157 | Tersites and his ship invites your enmity, that men may marvel that so mighty a foe he has reduced to such futility. |
| 7 | 158 | My ship cleaves your waves, braves your winds, and scorns your storms! We tread upon you, mighty thassa, passing as we will and please! Do your worst, mighty thassa! You are mocked! You are scorned!" Dusk came early, and it seemed the cold never left. |
| 7 | 159 | Sometimes the waves struck the hull like hammers, and we feared, within those ribs of wood, that the sea might burst in upon us. |
| 7 | 160 | It was now the fifth week following the Eighth Passage Hand. |
| 7 | 161 | Tomorrow would be the first day of the Ninth Passage Hand, at the end of which is the winter solstice, and the first day of Se'var-Lar-Torvis, the month of the Second Turning of Tor-tu-Gor, Light-upon-the-Home-Stone. |
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Let thassa shrink and tremble before Tersites and his mighty ship! He subdues her! He humbles her! He breaks her to the yoke of his will! Yea, I, Tersites, whom men scorned, whom men ridiculed and banished, whom men despised and mocked for years, now, first of all men, at last, mighty and glorious, conquer dreaded thassa.
I dare you, violent thassa, to do your worst.
Tersites and his ship invites your enmity, that men may marvel that so mighty a foe he has reduced to such futility.
My ship cleaves your waves, braves your winds, and scorns your storms! We tread upon you, mighty thassa, passing as we will and please! Do your worst, mighty thassa! You are mocked! You are scorned!" Dusk came early, and it seemed the cold never left.
Sometimes the waves struck the hull like hammers, and we feared, within those ribs of wood, that the sea might burst in upon us.
It was now the fifth week following the Eighth Passage Hand.
Tomorrow would be the first day of the Ninth Passage Hand, at the end of which is the winter solstice, and the first day of Se'var-Lar-Torvis, the month of the Second Turning of Tor-tu-Gor, Light-upon-the-Home-Stone.
- (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 7)