Post by Daubee on Mar 12, 2008 23:55:02 GMT -5
“We were thrown on our feet again, and, to my horror, our yokes were fitted with steel horns, eighteen inches in length and pointed like nails.” Andreas, as his yoke was similarly garnished with the deadly projections, spoke to me. “This may be farewell, Warrior,” said he.
Outlaw of Gor, page 112
Outlaw of Gor, page 112