Book 3. (1 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 27 | 262 | I View more quotes about returned">returned to the place where I had struck the blow. |
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Book 3. (7 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 27 | 259 | A hideous splash of greenish fluid struck me in the face and I leaped aside, in the same movement shaking my head and wiping the back of my fist across my eyes. |
| 27 | 260 | In an instant I was again on guard, my vision cleared, but I saw that Sarm was now some fifteen yards or more away and was slowly turning and turning in what must have been some primitive, involuntary dance of agony. |
| 27 | 261 | I could sense the intense, weird odors of pain uncarried by his translator which now filled the chamber. |
| 27 | 262 | I returned to the place where I had struck the blow. |
| 27 | 263 | To one side I saw the bladed projection lying at the foot of one of the low stone tiers on which Priest-Kings stood. |
| 27 | 264 | Sarm had thrust the stub of his foreleg beneath his shoulder and it seemed frozen there in the coagulating green slush that emanated from the wound. |
| 27 | 265 | Shaking with pain, his entire frame quivering, he turned to face me, but he did not approach. |
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A hideous splash of greenish fluid struck me in the face and I leaped aside, in the same movement shaking my head and wiping the back of my fist across my eyes.
In an instant I was again on guard, my vision cleared, but I saw that Sarm was now some fifteen yards or more away and was slowly turning and turning in what must have been some primitive, involuntary dance of agony.
I could sense the intense, weird odors of pain uncarried by his translator which now filled the chamber.
I returned to the place where I had struck the blow.
To one side I saw the bladed projection lying at the foot of one of the low stone tiers on which Priest-Kings stood.
Sarm had thrust the stub of his foreleg beneath his shoulder and it seemed frozen there in the coagulating green slush that emanated from the wound.
Shaking with pain, his entire frame quivering, he turned to face me, but he did not approach.
- (Priest-Kings of Gor)