Tarzan moved as he had never moved. He didn’t think. He didn’t feel the stones cutting his feet or the thorns ripping his forearm. He vaulted the thornbush, felt a branch whip across his face, and launched himself into the air in a flat, desperate dive.
He had saved her life. He had moved faster than any man alive. He had been her shield, her weapon, her miracle. And she was looking at him as if he had just sprouted fangs. tarzanx shame of jane part 1 top
For the first time in his life, Tarzan of the Apes looked down at his own hands—strong, scarred, calloused, still trembling from the fight—and felt a hot, crawling, suffocating thing rise in his throat. The Enduring Legacy of Tarzan X: Shame of