• Home
  • Contact

Results Details

"returned "

Book 5. (1 results) Assassin of Gor (Individual Quote)

"Kajuralia!" laughed Ho-Sorl and turned, and, to the laughter of all, returned to his place at the table. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #370)
Chapter # Sentence # Quote
17 370 "Kajuralia!" View more quotes about laughed">laughed Ho-Sorl and turned, and, to the laughter of all, returned to his place at the table.

Book 5. (7 results) Assassin of Gor (Context Quote)

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
17 367 He laughed and she screamed and tried to escape but he took her by the hair and, crouching over her, pressed her back weeping to the sand.
17 368 His hand moved to the disrobing loop and she shuddered, turning her head away.
17 369 But instead of tugging on the loop, he simply, holding her under the arms, lifted her up, and then dropped her on her seat in the sand, where she sat foolishly, bewildered, looking up at him.
17 370 "Kajuralia!" laughed Ho-Sorl and turned, and, to the laughter of all, returned to his place at the table.
17 371 Ho-Tu was laughing perhaps the loudest of all, pounding the table with his fists.
17 372 Even Cernus looked up from his game and smiled.
17 373 Phyllis had now struggled to her feet, blushing a red visible even under the torches, and, unsteady, trembling slightly, was trying to brush the sand from her hair, her legs and her slave livery.
He laughed and she screamed and tried to escape but he took her by the hair and, crouching over her, pressed her back weeping to the sand. His hand moved to the disrobing loop and she shuddered, turning her head away. But instead of tugging on the loop, he simply, holding her under the arms, lifted her up, and then dropped her on her seat in the sand, where she sat foolishly, bewildered, looking up at him. "Kajuralia!" laughed Ho-Sorl and turned, and, to the laughter of all, returned to his place at the table. Ho-Tu was laughing perhaps the loudest of all, pounding the table with his fists. Even Cernus looked up from his game and smiled. Phyllis had now struggled to her feet, blushing a red visible even under the torches, and, unsteady, trembling slightly, was trying to brush the sand from her hair, her legs and her slave livery. - (Assassin of Gor)