Book 18. (1 results) Blood Brothers of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 44 | 494 | Dozens of men and animals, buffeted, losing their footing, crowded from the edge, slipped, scratching and screaming, down the rock's steep face. |
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Book 18. (7 results) Blood Brothers of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 44 | 491 | Arms were broken in the shield straps. |
| 44 | 492 | Men were struck from the backs of kaiila. |
| 44 | 493 | animals, maddened, screaming, hissing, snorting, squealing, reared and bolted. |
| 44 | 494 | Dozens of men and animals, buffeted, losing their footing, crowded from the edge, slipped, scratching and screaming, down the rock's steep face. |
| 44 | 495 | Iwoso regarded the scene of carnage with horror. |
| 44 | 496 | Frenzied blasts on war whistles, relayed to the bottom of the trail, finally had their effect. |
| 44 | 497 | Slowly, with difficulty on the narrow trail, some backing down, some turning, some falling, the Yellow Knives on the lower lengths of the trail, pressing back among their fellows at the foot of Council Rock, freed the lower ascents, enabling their trapped fellows on the upper reaches of the trail, those so exposed to our pleasure, to begin their own laborious, tortuous descent. |
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Arms were broken in the shield straps.
Men were struck from the backs of kaiila.
animals, maddened, screaming, hissing, snorting, squealing, reared and bolted.
Dozens of men and animals, buffeted, losing their footing, crowded from the edge, slipped, scratching and screaming, down the rock's steep face.
Iwoso regarded the scene of carnage with horror.
Frenzied blasts on war whistles, relayed to the bottom of the trail, finally had their effect.
Slowly, with difficulty on the narrow trail, some backing down, some turning, some falling, the Yellow Knives on the lower lengths of the trail, pressing back among their fellows at the foot of Council Rock, freed the lower ascents, enabling their trapped fellows on the upper reaches of the trail, those so exposed to our pleasure, to begin their own laborious, tortuous descent.
- (Blood Brothers of Gor, Chapter 44)