Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 9 | 336 | His View more quotes about hand">hand drew back but the blow never fell, for with a cry of pain he reeled away, the hilt of a quiva pressed against the inside of his forearm, the balance of the blade emerging on the other side. |
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Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 9 | 333 | The girls that now stood before us, barefoot, in swirling Pleasure Silks, belled and collared, were wenches of the Wagon Peoples, now, as could be determined even beneath the silks they wore, the branded slaves of Turians. |
| 9 | 334 | Their leader, to her surprise, seeing Kamchak, fell in shame to her knees before him, much to the fury of the Feast Steward; the others did so as well. |
| 9 | 335 | The Feast Steward was handed a slave whip and stood towering over the leader of the girls. |
| 9 | 336 | His hand drew back but the blow never fell, for with a cry of pain he reeled away, the hilt of a quiva pressed against the inside of his forearm, the balance of the blade emerging on the other side. |
| 9 | 337 | Even I had not seen Kamchak throw the knife. |
| 9 | 338 | Now, to my satisfaction, another of the blades was poised in his finger tips. |
| 9 | 339 | Several of the men had leaped from behind the tables, including Kamras, but they hesitated, seeing Kamchak so armed. |
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The girls that now stood before us, barefoot, in swirling Pleasure Silks, belled and collared, were wenches of the Wagon Peoples, now, as could be determined even beneath the silks they wore, the branded slaves of Turians.
Their leader, to her surprise, seeing Kamchak, fell in shame to her knees before him, much to the fury of the Feast Steward; the others did so as well.
The Feast Steward was handed a slave whip and stood towering over the leader of the girls.
His hand drew back but the blow never fell, for with a cry of pain he reeled away, the hilt of a quiva pressed against the inside of his forearm, the balance of the blade emerging on the other side.
Even I had not seen Kamchak throw the knife.
Now, to my satisfaction, another of the blades was poised in his finger tips.
Several of the men had leaped from behind the tables, including Kamras, but they hesitated, seeing Kamchak so armed.
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