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

I had a sudden, odd feeling, as if I might be denying that I was struck. - (Vagabonds of Gor, Chapter 47, Sentence #260)
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47 260 I had a View more quotes about sudden">sudden, odd feeling, as if I might be denying that I was struck.

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

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47 257 "Fire!" said Octantius.
47 258 I do not know if I closed my eyes inadvertently, or not.
47 259 Ina had her head down.
47 260 I had a sudden, odd feeling, as if I might be denying that I was struck.
47 261 But then I saw the bowmen, ten or more of them, almost as though in a dream, turning and sprawling, sinking, stumbling, falling into the dust.
47 262 I was vaguely aware of quarrels slashing into the dirt, streaking like plows in the dirt, throwing up a spume of dust like water, others darting wildly upward, some lost overhead, passing somewhere, some skittering about, turning head over heels, then some bounding twenty or more feet in the air, turning, disappearing, and I wondered if this was how one in our situation might refuse to accept reality, but then I saw more than one of the bowmen lying in the dirt, quarrels protruding from their own backs, others with blood about their necks, where their throat had been cut.
47 263 Ina was looking up, in consternation.
"Fire!" said Octantius. I do not know if I closed my eyes inadvertently, or not. Ina had her head down. I had a sudden, odd feeling, as if I might be denying that I was struck. But then I saw the bowmen, ten or more of them, almost as though in a dream, turning and sprawling, sinking, stumbling, falling into the dust. I was vaguely aware of quarrels slashing into the dirt, streaking like plows in the dirt, throwing up a spume of dust like water, others darting wildly upward, some lost overhead, passing somewhere, some skittering about, turning head over heels, then some bounding twenty or more feet in the air, turning, disappearing, and I wondered if this was how one in our situation might refuse to accept reality, but then I saw more than one of the bowmen lying in the dirt, quarrels protruding from their own backs, others with blood about their necks, where their throat had been cut. Ina was looking up, in consternation. - (Vagabonds of Gor)