He had all the cold, hard, cruel, terrible features of the green warriors, but accentuated and debased by the animal passions to which he had given himself over for many years.
"Have none of me if it is your will, but that you must aid me in effecting your escape, if such a thing be possible, is not my request, but my command."
"I know that I can trust you, and because the knowledge may someday help you or him or Dejah Thoris or myself, I am going to tell you the name of my father ..."
As my arm rested for an instant upon her I felt a thrill pass through every fiber of my being such as contact with no other mortal had even produced ...
"You are a prisoner and yet you give commands which must be obeyed; you are an alien and yet you are a Tharkian chieftain."
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Bringing to listeners science fiction and fantasy stories, recorded in a style that's part radio broadcast and part audiobook. Featuring original music by Edwin Wendler (used with permission).