Book 33. (1 results) Rebels of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 60 | 276 | Men slipped and fell in the pond, in the muddy water, amidst the disturbed white and yellow flowers. |
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Book 33. (7 results) Rebels of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 60 | 273 | Swordsmen, some yards on the bridge, crowded, before and behind, were trying to force their way higher on the bridge, both to the left and right. |
| 60 | 274 | One swordsman reeled over the railing, into the pond. |
| 60 | 275 | Blades of glaives thrust up at us, striking wood, splintering railings, tangling in the vinous blue climbers. |
| 60 | 276 | Men slipped and fell in the pond, in the muddy water, amidst the disturbed white and yellow flowers. |
| 60 | 277 | Pertinax seized a thrusting glaive behind the blade and yanked it up, with two hands, blood running down his right arm, shaking loose a startled Ashigaru from the shaft, he plunging back into the water. |
| 60 | 278 | I feared he had opened his wound, as there was fresh blood at his shoulder, and staining his sleeve, and running down his wrist. |
| 60 | 279 | Pertinax then thrust at another, who slipped back, screaming, bleeding, his face half cut away, and then Pertinax swung the tool of war to the other side of the bridge, threatening another below, which fellow stumbled back in the muddy water, removing himself from the ambit of the weapon. |
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Swordsmen, some yards on the bridge, crowded, before and behind, were trying to force their way higher on the bridge, both to the left and right.
One swordsman reeled over the railing, into the pond.
Blades of glaives thrust up at us, striking wood, splintering railings, tangling in the vinous blue climbers.
Men slipped and fell in the pond, in the muddy water, amidst the disturbed white and yellow flowers.
Pertinax seized a thrusting glaive behind the blade and yanked it up, with two hands, blood running down his right arm, shaking loose a startled Ashigaru from the shaft, he plunging back into the water.
I feared he had opened his wound, as there was fresh blood at his shoulder, and staining his sleeve, and running down his wrist.
Pertinax then thrust at another, who slipped back, screaming, bleeding, his face half cut away, and then Pertinax swung the tool of war to the other side of the bridge, threatening another below, which fellow stumbled back in the muddy water, removing himself from the ambit of the weapon.
- (Rebels of Gor, Chapter 60)