Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 26 | 281 | I could not restrain a moan as I fell to my View more quotes about knees">knees beside the shattered fragments of the egg. |
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Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 26 | 278 | The Paravaci suddenly cried out in uncanny fear and shuddered and, to my horror, the golden sphere, which he had succeeded in wresting from Saphrar, was thrown a dozen feet across the room, and shattered on the floor. |
| 26 | 279 | A cry of horror escaped my lips and I rushed forward. |
| 26 | 280 | Tears burst from my eyes. |
| 26 | 281 | I could not restrain a moan as I fell to my knees beside the shattered fragments of the egg. |
| 26 | 282 | It was done, gone, ended! My mission had failed! The Priest-Kings would die! This world, and perhaps my other, dear Earth, would now fall to the mysterious Others, whoever or whatever they might be. |
| 26 | 283 | It was done, gone, ended, dead, dead, hopeless, gone, dead. |
| 26 | 284 | I was scarcely aware of the brief whimpering of the Paravaci as, twisting and turning on the rug, biting at it, holding his arm, his flesh turning orange from ost venom, he writhed and died. |
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The Paravaci suddenly cried out in uncanny fear and shuddered and, to my horror, the golden sphere, which he had succeeded in wresting from Saphrar, was thrown a dozen feet across the room, and shattered on the floor.
A cry of horror escaped my lips and I rushed forward.
Tears burst from my eyes.
I could not restrain a moan as I fell to my knees beside the shattered fragments of the egg.
It was done, gone, ended! My mission had failed! The Priest-Kings would die! This world, and perhaps my other, dear Earth, would now fall to the mysterious Others, whoever or whatever they might be.
It was done, gone, ended, dead, dead, hopeless, gone, dead.
I was scarcely aware of the brief whimpering of the Paravaci as, twisting and turning on the rug, biting at it, holding his arm, his flesh turning orange from ost venom, he writhed and died.
- (Nomads of Gor)