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Book 26. (1 results) Witness of Gor (Individual Quote)

Some scampered about the edge of the group, as though seeking some avenue of approach, some entrance into that heap of squirming, frenzied animals, some ingress into that broiling tumult of glistening fur and slashing fangs, that they, too, might feast. - (Witness of Gor, Chapter 37, Sentence #385)
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37 385 Some scampered about the View more quotes about edge">edge of the group, as though seeking some avenue of approach, some entrance into that heap of squirming, frenzied animals, some ingress into that broiling tumult of glistening fur and slashing fangs, that they, too, might feast.

Book 26. (7 results) Witness of Gor (Context Quote)

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37 382 Ours, perhaps fearing to be separated in this place, we helpless, urts about, hurried behind.
37 383 I could see the two lamps flickering down the passage.
37 384 Also, in a moment, I could see a mound of twisting, squealing urts, clambering over and about something, biting at it.
37 385 Some scampered about the edge of the group, as though seeking some avenue of approach, some entrance into that heap of squirming, frenzied animals, some ingress into that broiling tumult of glistening fur and slashing fangs, that they, too, might feast.
37 386 The peasant, I assumed, from the horrifying cry I had heard, must be beneath that terrible living hill of beasts.
37 387 Behind them I could see the bars of the gate.
37 388 The gate was down.
Ours, perhaps fearing to be separated in this place, we helpless, urts about, hurried behind. I could see the two lamps flickering down the passage. Also, in a moment, I could see a mound of twisting, squealing urts, clambering over and about something, biting at it. Some scampered about the edge of the group, as though seeking some avenue of approach, some entrance into that heap of squirming, frenzied animals, some ingress into that broiling tumult of glistening fur and slashing fangs, that they, too, might feast. The peasant, I assumed, from the horrifying cry I had heard, must be beneath that terrible living hill of beasts. Behind them I could see the bars of the gate. The gate was down. - (Witness of Gor)