Book 3. (1 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 32 | 343 | We have a long way to go and it will be View more quotes about cold">cold". |
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Book 3. (7 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 32 | 340 | She lowered her head to the torn body, its blood staining the silks she wore. |
| 32 | 341 | "We will cover the body with stones," I said. |
| 32 | 342 | "And I will cut robes from the pelt of the larl. |
| 32 | 343 | We have a long way to go and it will be cold". |
| 32 | 344 | She looked up at me and, her eyes filled with tears, nodded her agreement. |
| 33 | 1 | Out of the Sardar Vika and I, clad in robes cut from the pelt of the snow larl I had slain, set out for the great black gate in the somber timber palisade that encircles the Sardar. |
| 33 | 2 | It was a strange but rapid journey, and as we leaped chasms and seemed almost to swim in the cold air I told myself that Misk and his Priest-Kings and the humans that were engineers in the Nest were losing the battle that would decide whether men and Priest-Kings might, working together, save a world or whether in the end it would be the sabotage of Sarm, First Born, that would be triumphant and the world I loved would be scattered into fugitive grains destined for the flaming pyre of the sun. |
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She lowered her head to the torn body, its blood staining the silks she wore.
"We will cover the body with stones," I said.
"And I will cut robes from the pelt of the larl.
We have a long way to go and it will be cold".
She looked up at me and, her eyes filled with tears, nodded her agreement.
Out of the Sardar Vika and I, clad in robes cut from the pelt of the snow larl I had slain, set out for the great black gate in the somber timber palisade that encircles the Sardar.
It was a strange but rapid journey, and as we leaped chasms and seemed almost to swim in the cold air I told myself that Misk and his Priest-Kings and the humans that were engineers in the Nest were losing the battle that would decide whether men and Priest-Kings might, working together, save a world or whether in the end it would be the sabotage of Sarm, First Born, that would be triumphant and the world I loved would be scattered into fugitive grains destined for the flaming pyre of the sun.
- (Priest-Kings of Gor)