Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 15 | 590 | "You are a tight, View more quotes about cold">cold little thing," he said. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 15 | 587 | His hands were on her like iron. |
| 15 | 588 | In a few moments she lay on her right side on the rug, at the foot of the dais, sobbing. |
| 15 | 589 | He had drawn on his tunic, but not his robes, and was sitting in the curule chair, looking down upon her. |
| 15 | 590 | "You are a tight, cold little thing," he said. |
| 15 | 591 | Her body was wracked with sobs. |
| 15 | 592 | "Remove your garment," he said. |
| 15 | 593 | Crying, she half sat up, and pulled her slave garment, the tiny, cut tunic, over her head, from where it was, about her neck and shoulders, and put it beside her. |
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His hands were on her like iron.
In a few moments she lay on her right side on the rug, at the foot of the dais, sobbing.
He had drawn on his tunic, but not his robes, and was sitting in the curule chair, looking down upon her.
"You are a tight, cold little thing," he said.
Her body was wracked with sobs.
"Remove your garment," he said.
Crying, she half sat up, and pulled her slave garment, the tiny, cut tunic, over her head, from where it was, about her neck and shoulders, and put it beside her.
- (Prize of Gor)