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Book 31. (1 results) Conspirators of Gor (Individual Quote)

I had a sense of its power, from the stall, the broken wood, from the strength of Lord Grendel, as one of its sort, from killings in the streets of Ar, from the improbable, sightless blow it had delivered, which had struck a large, grown man stumbling, reeling, yards to the side. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 15, Sentence #298)
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15 298 I had a View more quotes about sense">sense of its power, from the stall, the broken wood, from the strength of Lord Grendel, as one of its sort, from killings in the streets of Ar, from the improbable, sightless blow it had delivered, which had struck a large, grown man stumbling, reeling, yards to the side.

Book 31. (7 results) Conspirators of Gor (Context Quote)

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15 295 How dared he put me on a leash? But I was, of course, a slave.
15 296 I was thus fittingly to be leashed, thonged, braceleted, roped, chained, gagged, blindfolded, should masters please.
15 297 The beast was facing me.
15 298 I had a sense of its power, from the stall, the broken wood, from the strength of Lord Grendel, as one of its sort, from killings in the streets of Ar, from the improbable, sightless blow it had delivered, which had struck a large, grown man stumbling, reeling, yards to the side.
15 299 I fear I then lost what little nerve or courage I might have had, for I turned about, and, frantic, wanting only to escape, sped toward the perimeter of the market.
15 300 I knew I could not outrun the thing, but I could see, and it could not.
15 301 Surely then one might be able to elude it! I kept hearing it behind me, and then I did not hear it, and, then, suddenly, it was almost at my side, reaching out.
How dared he put me on a leash? But I was, of course, a slave. I was thus fittingly to be leashed, thonged, braceleted, roped, chained, gagged, blindfolded, should masters please. The beast was facing me. I had a sense of its power, from the stall, the broken wood, from the strength of Lord Grendel, as one of its sort, from killings in the streets of Ar, from the improbable, sightless blow it had delivered, which had struck a large, grown man stumbling, reeling, yards to the side. I fear I then lost what little nerve or courage I might have had, for I turned about, and, frantic, wanting only to escape, sped toward the perimeter of the market. I knew I could not outrun the thing, but I could see, and it could not. Surely then one might be able to elude it! I kept hearing it behind me, and then I did not hear it, and, then, suddenly, it was almost at my side, reaching out. - (Conspirators of Gor)