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Book 2. (1 results) Outlaw of Gor (Individual Quote)

Also, at night, crossing the bright disks of Gor's three moons might occasionally be seen the silent, predatory shadow of the ul, a giant pterodactyl ranging far from its native swamps in the delta of the Vosk. - (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter 3, Sentence #22)
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3 22 Also, at night, crossing the bright disks of Gor's three moons might occasionally be seen the silent, predatory shadow of the ul, a giant pterodactyl ranging far from its native swamps in the delta of the Vosk.

Book 2. (7 results) Outlaw of Gor (Context Quote)

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3 19 The sun would soon be down, and the Gorean night is not without its dangers, particularly to a man on foot.
3 20 It is at night that the sleen hunts, that six-legged, long-bodied mammalian carnivore, almost as much a snake as an animal.
3 21 I had never seen one, but had seen the tracks of one seven years before.
3 22 Also, at night, crossing the bright disks of Gor's three moons might occasionally be seen the silent, predatory shadow of the ul, a giant pterodactyl ranging far from its native swamps in the delta of the Vosk.
3 23 Perhaps most I dreaded those nights filled with the shrieks of the vart pack, a batlike swarm of flying rodents, each the size of a small dog.
3 24 They could strip a carcass in a matter of minutes, each carrying back some fluttering ribbon of flesh to the recesses of whatever dark cave the swarm had chosen for its home.
3 25 Moreover, some vart packs were rabid.
The sun would soon be down, and the Gorean night is not without its dangers, particularly to a man on foot. It is at night that the sleen hunts, that six-legged, long-bodied mammalian carnivore, almost as much a snake as an animal. I had never seen one, but had seen the tracks of one seven years before. Also, at night, crossing the bright disks of Gor's three moons might occasionally be seen the silent, predatory shadow of the ul, a giant pterodactyl ranging far from its native swamps in the delta of the Vosk. Perhaps most I dreaded those nights filled with the shrieks of the vart pack, a batlike swarm of flying rodents, each the size of a small dog. They could strip a carcass in a matter of minutes, each carrying back some fluttering ribbon of flesh to the recesses of whatever dark cave the swarm had chosen for its home. Moreover, some vart packs were rabid. - (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter 3)