Book 30. (1 results) Mariners of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 13 | 6 | At first, from several hundred yards away, we had thought them only inexplicable mounds in the sea, hills of flowers uncannily forced upward by the riot of growth, vines upon vines. |
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Book 30. (7 results) Mariners of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 13 | 3 | We had clambered aboard the vessel, from a small ship's boat, cutting through the masses of snarled, ropelike, blossomed vines which encircled it, covering it, almost obscuring it. |
| 13 | 4 | It was one of several such derelicts we had noted, resting variously in the sea, a pasang or two apart. |
| 13 | 5 | We did not know how many such vessels might lie trapped in this place, in this welter of tangled, blossoming growth which stretched far about us. |
| 13 | 6 | At first, from several hundred yards away, we had thought them only inexplicable mounds in the sea, hills of flowers uncannily forced upward by the riot of growth, vines upon vines. |
| 13 | 7 | Then we learned the tendrils had clasped and climbed, and covered the works of men. |
| 13 | 8 | The odor of these enormous fields of growth, alive, rocking and swaying in the sea, with their ubiquitous, massive blossoms, yellow, and purple, which had struck me one night some weeks ago as so pervasive, striking, and unpleasant, was doubtless as physically present as ever, but, interestingly, one now scarcely noticed it, excepting with an effort of attention. |
| 13 | 9 | The odor, in time, became a lulling odor, and, no longer noted, but invariably present, tended to produce a sense of lethargy. |
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We had clambered aboard the vessel, from a small ship's boat, cutting through the masses of snarled, ropelike, blossomed vines which encircled it, covering it, almost obscuring it.
It was one of several such derelicts we had noted, resting variously in the sea, a pasang or two apart.
We did not know how many such vessels might lie trapped in this place, in this welter of tangled, blossoming growth which stretched far about us.
At first, from several hundred yards away, we had thought them only inexplicable mounds in the sea, hills of flowers uncannily forced upward by the riot of growth, vines upon vines.
Then we learned the tendrils had clasped and climbed, and covered the works of men.
The odor of these enormous fields of growth, alive, rocking and swaying in the sea, with their ubiquitous, massive blossoms, yellow, and purple, which had struck me one night some weeks ago as so pervasive, striking, and unpleasant, was doubtless as physically present as ever, but, interestingly, one now scarcely noticed it, excepting with an effort of attention.
The odor, in time, became a lulling odor, and, no longer noted, but invariably present, tended to produce a sense of lethargy.
- (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 13)