Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 10 | 572 | "View more quotes about kill">Kill him!" Aphris of Turia was screaming. |
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Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 10 | 569 | In terror Kamras blinked and shook his head, thrashing about wearily with his sword. |
| 10 | 570 | Then, foot by booted foot, Kamchak advanced toward him. |
| 10 | 571 | I saw the first blood leap from the cheek of Kamras, and then again from his left arm, then from the thigh, then from an ear. |
| 10 | 572 | "Kill him!" Aphris of Turia was screaming. |
| 10 | 573 | "Kill him!" But now, almost like a drunk man, Kamras was fighting for his life and the Tuchuk, like a bear, scarcely moving more than arm and wrist, followed him about, shuffling through the sand after him, touching him again and again with the blade. |
| 10 | 574 | "Slay him!" howled Aphris of Turia! For perhaps better than fifteen minutes, patiently, not hurrying, Kamchak of the Tuchuks shuffled after Kamras of Turia, touching him once more and ever again, each time leaving a quick, bright stain of blood on his tunic or body. |
| 10 | 575 | And then, to my astonishment, and that of the throng who had gathered to witness the contest, I saw Kamras, Champion of Turia, weak from the loss of blood, fall to his knees before Kamchak of the Tuchuks. |
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In terror Kamras blinked and shook his head, thrashing about wearily with his sword.
Then, foot by booted foot, Kamchak advanced toward him.
I saw the first blood leap from the cheek of Kamras, and then again from his left arm, then from the thigh, then from an ear.
"Kill him!" Aphris of Turia was screaming.
"Kill him!" But now, almost like a drunk man, Kamras was fighting for his life and the Tuchuk, like a bear, scarcely moving more than arm and wrist, followed him about, shuffling through the sand after him, touching him again and again with the blade.
"Slay him!" howled Aphris of Turia! For perhaps better than fifteen minutes, patiently, not hurrying, Kamchak of the Tuchuks shuffled after Kamras of Turia, touching him once more and ever again, each time leaving a quick, bright stain of blood on his tunic or body.
And then, to my astonishment, and that of the throng who had gathered to witness the contest, I saw Kamras, Champion of Turia, weak from the loss of blood, fall to his knees before Kamchak of the Tuchuks.
- (Nomads of Gor)