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

I passed through the level on which interrogations take place, the level of the kennels, and went lower in the cylinder, now far below ground, past even more iron pens and levels. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 18, Sentence #346)
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18 346 I View more quotes about passed">passed through the level on which interrogations take place, the level of the kennels, and went lower in the cylinder, now far below ground, past even more iron pens and levels.

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

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18 343 I saw one girl, drunk, putting her hands through the bars which separated the cage which she shared with other female slaves, from the cage adjacent to it, filled with male slaves.
18 344 "Touch me," she begged.
18 345 "Touch me!" But the males lay in drunken sleep on the stones.
18 346 I passed through the level on which interrogations take place, the level of the kennels, and went lower in the cylinder, now far below ground, past even more iron pens and levels.
18 347 When I would pass a guard I would hail him with "Kajuralia!" and pass by.
18 348 Always the thought burned through me, You, Killer, would never make a Player, and always I seemed driven by the black fear that would not speak itself but whose presence I could clearly sense.
18 349 Descending a last spiral of iron stairs I came to the lowest level of the cylinder.
I saw one girl, drunk, putting her hands through the bars which separated the cage which she shared with other female slaves, from the cage adjacent to it, filled with male slaves. "Touch me," she begged. "Touch me!" But the males lay in drunken sleep on the stones. I passed through the level on which interrogations take place, the level of the kennels, and went lower in the cylinder, now far below ground, past even more iron pens and levels. When I would pass a guard I would hail him with "Kajuralia!" and pass by. Always the thought burned through me, You, Killer, would never make a Player, and always I seemed driven by the black fear that would not speak itself but whose presence I could clearly sense. Descending a last spiral of iron stairs I came to the lowest level of the cylinder. - (Assassin of Gor)