Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 10 | 565 | "Die, tuchuk!" cried Kamras, now enraged, rushing upon him. |
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Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 10 | 562 | Each time the Turian struck and I would have thought Kamchak slain, somehow, incomprehensibly, at the last instant, nearly causing my heart to stop, with a surprised, weary little twitch, the blade of the tuchuk would slide the Turian steel harmlessly to the side. |
| 10 | 563 | It was only about this time that it dawned on me that for three or four minutes Kamchak had been the object of the ever-more-furious assault of Turia's champion and was, to this instant, unscratched. |
| 10 | 564 | Kamchak then struggled wearily to his feet. |
| 10 | 565 | "Die, tuchuk!" cried Kamras, now enraged, rushing upon him. |
| 10 | 566 | For more than a minute, while I scarcely dared to breathe and there was silence all about save for the ring of steel, I watched Kamchak stand there, heavy in his boots, his head seeming almost to sit on his shoulders, his body hardly moving save for the swiftness of a wrist and the turn of a hand. |
| 10 | 567 | Kamras, exhausted, scarcely able to lift his arm, staggered backward. |
| 10 | 568 | Once again, expertly, the sun flashed from the sword of Kamchak in his eyes. |
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Each time the Turian struck and I would have thought Kamchak slain, somehow, incomprehensibly, at the last instant, nearly causing my heart to stop, with a surprised, weary little twitch, the blade of the tuchuk would slide the Turian steel harmlessly to the side.
It was only about this time that it dawned on me that for three or four minutes Kamchak had been the object of the ever-more-furious assault of Turia's champion and was, to this instant, unscratched.
Kamchak then struggled wearily to his feet.
"Die, tuchuk!" cried Kamras, now enraged, rushing upon him.
For more than a minute, while I scarcely dared to breathe and there was silence all about save for the ring of steel, I watched Kamchak stand there, heavy in his boots, his head seeming almost to sit on his shoulders, his body hardly moving save for the swiftness of a wrist and the turn of a hand.
Kamras, exhausted, scarcely able to lift his arm, staggered backward.
Once again, expertly, the sun flashed from the sword of Kamchak in his eyes.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 10)