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Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)

Also, he reminded himself, it is only a fool who frees a slave girl. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 25, Sentence #936)
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25 936 Also, he View more quotes about reminded">reminded himself, it is only a fool who frees a slave girl.

Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
25 933 And he felt their kiss.
25 934 "We love you," said they, "—Master".
25 935 He decided, falling asleep, that he would keep them both slave for a few days, if only to teach them a lesson.
25 936 Also, he reminded himself, it is only a fool who frees a slave girl.
26 1 The Egg of Priest-Kings In the dampness and darkness long before dawn the forces of Kamchak, crowding the streets of Turia in the vicinity of Saphrar's compound, waited silently, like dark shapes on the stones; here and there the glint of a weapon or accouterment could be made out in the fading light of one of the flying moons; someone coughed; there was a rustle of leather; I heard to one side the honing of a quiva, the tiny sound of a short bow being strung.
26 2 Kamchak, Harold and I stood with several others on the roof of a building across from the compound.
26 3 Behind the walls we could hear, now and then, a sentry calling his post, answering another.
And he felt their kiss. "We love you," said they, "—Master". He decided, falling asleep, that he would keep them both slave for a few days, if only to teach them a lesson. Also, he reminded himself, it is only a fool who frees a slave girl. The Egg of Priest-Kings In the dampness and darkness long before dawn the forces of Kamchak, crowding the streets of Turia in the vicinity of Saphrar's compound, waited silently, like dark shapes on the stones; here and there the glint of a weapon or accouterment could be made out in the fading light of one of the flying moons; someone coughed; there was a rustle of leather; I heard to one side the honing of a quiva, the tiny sound of a short bow being strung. Kamchak, Harold and I stood with several others on the roof of a building across from the compound. Behind the walls we could hear, now and then, a sentry calling his post, answering another. - (Nomads of Gor)