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Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)

"With this," said he, brandishing the weapon, "Priest-Kings fear me!" "Abandon it while you have time," said the officer. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 27, Sentence #2085)
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27 2085 "With this," said he, brandishing the weapon, "View more quotes about priest">Priest-Kings fear me!" "Abandon it while you have time," said the officer.

Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
27 2082 "If I were you," said the officer to Tersius Major, "I would rather face such a device than touch it".
27 2083 "It is a forbidden weapon," said one of the soldiers, uneasily.
27 2084 "I am not afraid," said Tersius Major.
27 2085 "With this," said he, brandishing the weapon, "Priest-Kings fear me!" "Abandon it while you have time," said the officer.
27 2086 "Priest-Kings do not exist," said Mirus, irritably.
27 2087 "You are all foolish barbarians".
27 2088 There was suddenly a sound, a striking, as of a fist struck quickly, sharply, yet softly, into a chest, and the soldier atop the tharlarion wagon, he surveying the prairie, stiffened, stood unnaturally still for a moment, and then, half turning, knees buckling, tumbled from the surface of his post, from the wagon bed, falling into the grass.
"If I were you," said the officer to Tersius Major, "I would rather face such a device than touch it". "It is a forbidden weapon," said one of the soldiers, uneasily. "I am not afraid," said Tersius Major. "With this," said he, brandishing the weapon, "Priest-Kings fear me!" "Abandon it while you have time," said the officer. "Priest-Kings do not exist," said Mirus, irritably. "You are all foolish barbarians". There was suddenly a sound, a striking, as of a fist struck quickly, sharply, yet softly, into a chest, and the soldier atop the tharlarion wagon, he surveying the prairie, stiffened, stood unnaturally still for a moment, and then, half turning, knees buckling, tumbled from the surface of his post, from the wagon bed, falling into the grass. - (Prize of Gor)