Book 2. (1 results) Outlaw of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 14 | 11 | Among warriors, the bite of an ost is thought to be one of the most cruel of all gates to the cities of dust; far preferable to them are the rending beak, the terrible talons of a tarn. |
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Book 2. (7 results) Outlaw of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 14 | 8 | Hideous though the death might seem to the silver masks of Tharna, they did not know that I was a tarnsman, and knew these birds, their power, their ferocity; that in my way I loved them; and that as a warrior I would not find a death by tarn ignoble. |
| 14 | 9 | Grimly I smiled to myself. |
| 14 | 10 | Like most members of my Caste, more than the monstrous tarns, those carnivorous hawklike giants of Gor, I dreaded such creatures as the tiny ost, that diminutive, venomous reptile, orange, scarcely more than a few inches in length, that might lurk at one's very sandal and then, without provocation or warning, strike, its tiny fangs the prelude to excruciating torment, concluding only with sure death. |
| 14 | 11 | Among warriors, the bite of an ost is thought to be one of the most cruel of all gates to the cities of dust; far preferable to them are the rending beak, the terrible talons of a tarn. |
| 14 | 12 | I was not bound. |
| 14 | 13 | I was free to wander on the sand, enclosed only by the walls. |
| 14 | 14 | I rejoiced in this new freedom, in the absence of the yoke, though I knew it was given to me only in order to improve the spectacle. |
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Hideous though the death might seem to the silver masks of Tharna, they did not know that I was a tarnsman, and knew these birds, their power, their ferocity; that in my way I loved them; and that as a warrior I would not find a death by tarn ignoble.
Grimly I smiled to myself.
Like most members of my Caste, more than the monstrous tarns, those carnivorous hawklike giants of Gor, I dreaded such creatures as the tiny ost, that diminutive, venomous reptile, orange, scarcely more than a few inches in length, that might lurk at one's very sandal and then, without provocation or warning, strike, its tiny fangs the prelude to excruciating torment, concluding only with sure death.
Among warriors, the bite of an ost is thought to be one of the most cruel of all gates to the cities of dust; far preferable to them are the rending beak, the terrible talons of a tarn.
I was not bound.
I was free to wander on the sand, enclosed only by the walls.
I rejoiced in this new freedom, in the absence of the yoke, though I knew it was given to me only in order to improve the spectacle.
- (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter 14)