Book 9. (1 results) Marauders of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 18 | 42 | I saw a kur, barred with brown, turning, backing away, snarling, limping, from Ottar, who kept the Forkbeard's farm. |
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Book 9. (7 results) Marauders of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 18 | 39 | Shoulder to shoulder, fighting, I saw Bjarni of Thorstein Camp and the young man whom I had championed on the dueling ground in the Thing. |
| 18 | 40 | I smelled fire. |
| 18 | 41 | There was the howling of kurii. |
| 18 | 42 | I saw a kur, barred with brown, turning, backing away, snarling, limping, from Ottar, who kept the Forkbeard's farm. |
| 18 | 43 | Ottar pursued it, heedless of his safety, his eyes wild, killing it, cutting its body then in two with repeated blows of his ax. |
| 18 | 44 | I saw the huge, little-known man of Torvaldsland, who had joined the host late, calling himself Hrolf, from the east, who had come from the direction of the Torvaldsberg. |
| 18 | 45 | With a cry he thrust his spear through the chest of a kur. |
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Shoulder to shoulder, fighting, I saw Bjarni of Thorstein Camp and the young man whom I had championed on the dueling ground in the Thing.
I smelled fire.
There was the howling of kurii.
I saw a kur, barred with brown, turning, backing away, snarling, limping, from Ottar, who kept the Forkbeard's farm.
Ottar pursued it, heedless of his safety, his eyes wild, killing it, cutting its body then in two with repeated blows of his ax.
I saw the huge, little-known man of Torvaldsland, who had joined the host late, calling himself Hrolf, from the east, who had come from the direction of the Torvaldsberg.
With a cry he thrust his spear through the chest of a kur.
- (Marauders of Gor, Chapter 18)