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Book 24. (1 results) Vagabonds of Gor (Individual Quote)

Too, I am not unfond of loot, particularly when it is beautiful and well curved. - (Vagabonds of Gor, Chapter 1, Sentence #355)
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1 355 Too, I am not unfond of View more quotes about loot">loot, particularly when it is beautiful and well curved.

Book 24. (7 results) Vagabonds of Gor (Context Quote)

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1 352 It is hard to see all, or much, of what one has loved destroyed, and not feel illy disposed toward the perpetrators of this destruction.
1 353 To be sure, had the forces of Ar landed in Telnus, I do not think the results would have been much different.
1 354 I myself, like many warriors, terribly enough, I suppose, tend to see war more as the most perilous and exhilarating of sports, a game of warriors and Ubars.
1 355 Too, I am not unfond of loot, particularly when it is beautiful and well curved.
1 356 Temione had now reached the vat, and was carefully dipping her narrow, high-handled serving vessel in the simmering paga.
1 357 She had seemed to be crying, but perhaps it was merely the heat from the paga which she had, with the back of her hand, wiped from her eyes.
1 358 Yet, I thought, too, I had seen her clench her fist, driving the nails into the palm of her hand, and her hips move, inadvertently, helplessly, in frustration.
It is hard to see all, or much, of what one has loved destroyed, and not feel illy disposed toward the perpetrators of this destruction. To be sure, had the forces of Ar landed in Telnus, I do not think the results would have been much different. I myself, like many warriors, terribly enough, I suppose, tend to see war more as the most perilous and exhilarating of sports, a game of warriors and Ubars. Too, I am not unfond of loot, particularly when it is beautiful and well curved. Temione had now reached the vat, and was carefully dipping her narrow, high-handled serving vessel in the simmering paga. She had seemed to be crying, but perhaps it was merely the heat from the paga which she had, with the back of her hand, wiped from her eyes. Yet, I thought, too, I had seen her clench her fist, driving the nails into the palm of her hand, and her hips move, inadvertently, helplessly, in frustration. - (Vagabonds of Gor)