Post by Daubee on Mar 12, 2008 23:20:25 GMT -5
The signal spear, in the hand of the frenzied Blue Tooth, its scarlet talmit wrapped at the base of its blade, was lifted. The breathing of thousands of men, waiting to be un-leashed, to plunge to the valley, for an instant was held. The sun flashed on the shield. The signal spear thrust to the valley.
Mauraders of Gor, page 248
Mauraders of Gor, page 248