Book 9. (1 results) Marauders of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 14 | 180 | In rage it had cried, "A thousand of you can die beneath the claws of a single kur!" There were perhaps now no more than a hundred or a hundred and fifty men left alive in the hall. |
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Book 9. (7 results) Marauders of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 14 | 177 | The spear's shaft gouged a trench six inches deep behind him, and then stopped, and the kur, biting in the air, eyes like fire, backed away, and fell backward; Ivar leaped away as another ax sought him. |
| 14 | 178 | I saw, across the room, the leader of the kurii, it with the golden band on its arm. |
| 14 | 179 | I recalled its words on the platform of the assembly, in the field of the Thing. |
| 14 | 180 | In rage it had cried, "A thousand of you can die beneath the claws of a single kur!" There were perhaps now no more than a hundred or a hundred and fifty men left alive in the hall. |
| 14 | 181 | "Follow me!" cried Svein Blue Tooth. |
| 14 | 182 | His ax, and those of his men, had shattered through the rear of the hall. |
| 14 | 183 | Like panic-stricken urts thirty-five or forty men thrust through the hole, sometimes jamming themselves momentarily within it, some tearing the flesh from their bodies and the sides of their faces on the splintered wood. |
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The spear's shaft gouged a trench six inches deep behind him, and then stopped, and the kur, biting in the air, eyes like fire, backed away, and fell backward; Ivar leaped away as another ax sought him.
I saw, across the room, the leader of the kurii, it with the golden band on its arm.
I recalled its words on the platform of the assembly, in the field of the Thing.
In rage it had cried, "A thousand of you can die beneath the claws of a single kur!" There were perhaps now no more than a hundred or a hundred and fifty men left alive in the hall.
"Follow me!" cried Svein Blue Tooth.
His ax, and those of his men, had shattered through the rear of the hall.
Like panic-stricken urts thirty-five or forty men thrust through the hole, sometimes jamming themselves momentarily within it, some tearing the flesh from their bodies and the sides of their faces on the splintered wood.
- (Marauders of Gor, Chapter 14)