Yob's

When Cheyne demanded they stop to rest in the shadow of a huge rock, hewn, so said Og, into the likeness of Rotapan, they grumbled until Og sang Yob's song again.

Song of Time McLaren, Teri 1996

Yob's little yellow eyes followed his every motion, his face tight and drawn, his sharp claws drumming lightly on the tabletop, where he nursed a bucketful of mead.

Song of Time McLaren, Teri 1996

Yob's yellow eyes widened with amazement and he clutched his neck, the pain growing more intense as he thought about it.

Song of Time McLaren, Teri 1996

The impact would have killed a man, but Yob's eyes suddenly cleared, and he grinned again.

Song of Time McLaren, Teri 1996

Not only were Yob and his warriors bounding along after them, Rotapan himself, furiously unbalanced, charged over the turtles 'backs, shoving any of Yob's javlineers in his way to their watery deaths.

Song of Time McLaren, Teri 1996

"Yob's stopped breathing," said Claria, watching the ore's chest.

Song of Time McLaren, Teri 1996

The warriors in Yob's tattered company gave a universal sigh of delight at her sudden arrival, but Cheyne's reaction was a great, unexpected compassion for Og, just when he had managed to begin to really despise him.

Song of Time McLaren, Teri 1996

"I have been promised to another for many years," Og said delicately, as Yob's left ear twitched a bit in his direction.

Song of Time McLaren, Teri 1996

Caught in Yob's powerful embrace, Womba curled a nostril back and sniffed the air, unsatisfied with that possibility.

Song of Time McLaren, Teri 1996

Yob's second-in-command had wasted no time in gathering the trophies.

Song of Time McLaren, Teri 1996