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Edgar Rice Burroughs

The Gods of Mars

  • Vitalyцитирует4 года назад
    Weakly I rose for the last time—my tortured lungs gasped for the breath that would fill them with a strange and numbing element, but instead I felt the revivifying breath of life-giving air surge through my starving nostrils into my dying lungs. I was saved
  • Vitalyцитирует4 года назад
    In that little party there was not one who would desert another; yet we were of different countries, different colours, different races, different religions—and one of us was of a different world
  • Vitalyцитирует4 года назад
    A long life has taught me that a man may seem weak where women and children are concerned and yet be anything but a weakling in the sterner avenues of life
  • Vitalyцитирует4 года назад
    "We are a non-productive race, priding ourselves upon our non-productiveness. It is criminal for a First Born to labour or invent. That is the work of the lower orders, who live merely that the First Born may enjoy long lives of luxury and idleness.
  • Vitalyцитирует4 года назад
    One is not astonished by cruelty in a hideous face, but when it touches the features of a goddess whose fine-chiselled lineaments might more fittingly portray love and beauty, the contrast is appalling.
  • ctharljunhoцитирует8 лет назад
    half the guards at the gate that night had been therns disguised as red men.
  • ctharljunhoцитирует8 лет назад
    He was a Holy Thern," said Xodar. "Fortunate indeed it is for us that he did not escape."
  • ctharljunhoцитирует8 лет назад
    It was agreed that the battleships that were to be remodelled should be ordered to Hastor, another Heliumetic city, far to the south-west.
  • ctharljunhoцитирует8 лет назад
    She was Thuvia, the Princess of Ptarth
  • ctharljunhoцитирует8 лет назад
    Sola, had accompanied Dejah Thoris upon the last long pilgrimage
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