Book 1. (1 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 18 | 171 | I struck and parried and struck again, my sword flashing forth and drinking blood again and again. |
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Book 1. (7 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 18 | 168 | Much of what took place then is jumbled in my memory, like the fragments of some bizarre, incomprehensible dream. |
| 18 | 169 | I remember them pressing downward, so many, and my blade, terrible, moving as if wielded by a god, meeting their steel, cutting its path upward. |
| 18 | 170 | One man, two, three sprawled down the stairs, and then another and another. |
| 18 | 171 | I struck and parried and struck again, my sword flashing forth and drinking blood again and again. |
| 18 | 172 | I seemed to be beside myself and fought as if I might not be what I knew I was, what I thought myself to be—Tarl Cabot, a simple warrior, one man. |
| 18 | 173 | The thought flamed through me in the violent delirium of battle that in those moments I was many men, an army, that no man could stand against me, that it was not my blade or my heart they faced but something I myself only dimly sensed, something intangible but irresistible, an avalanche, a storm, a force of nature, the destiny of their world, something I could not name but knew in those moments could not be denied or conquered. |
| 18 | 174 | Suddenly I stood alone on the stairs, except for the dead. |
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Much of what took place then is jumbled in my memory, like the fragments of some bizarre, incomprehensible dream.
I remember them pressing downward, so many, and my blade, terrible, moving as if wielded by a god, meeting their steel, cutting its path upward.
One man, two, three sprawled down the stairs, and then another and another.
I struck and parried and struck again, my sword flashing forth and drinking blood again and again.
I seemed to be beside myself and fought as if I might not be what I knew I was, what I thought myself to be—Tarl Cabot, a simple warrior, one man.
The thought flamed through me in the violent delirium of battle that in those moments I was many men, an army, that no man could stand against me, that it was not my blade or my heart they faced but something I myself only dimly sensed, something intangible but irresistible, an avalanche, a storm, a force of nature, the destiny of their world, something I could not name but knew in those moments could not be denied or conquered.
Suddenly I stood alone on the stairs, except for the dead.
- (Tarnsman of Gor, Chapter 18)