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Book 33. (1 results) Rebels of Gor (Individual Quote)

The dice of the future had rolled awry; the very cards of destiny had proved unpropitious. - (Rebels of Gor, Chapter 57, Sentence #45)
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57 45 The dice of the future had rolled awry; the very cards of destiny had proved unpropitious.

Book 33. (7 results) Rebels of Gor (Context Quote)

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57 42 The View more quotes about iron">iron dragon, it seemed, had withdrawn from the cause of Yamada and espoused that of the house of Temmu.
57 43 This matter, of course, went far beyond the physical details of a brief military engagement.
57 44 It was as though there had been a cosmic shift in allegiances, as though the world itself had turned its back on Lord Yamada.
57 45 The dice of the future had rolled awry; the very cards of destiny had proved unpropitious.
57 46 It was as though a thousand castings of the bones and shells had uniformly rattled, in a thousand holdings, a knell of doom against the house of Yamada.
57 47 Terror had been cast into the hearts of thousands of brave men, men who would face a common, charging, comprehensible foe with readiness and resolve, with bow and lowered glaives, but who had no heart to withstand the singular and incomprehensible, the mysterious, unnatural, and weird.
57 48 Into such realms arrows do not fly; no steel blade can halt the coming of darkness, the fall of night.
The iron dragon, it seemed, had withdrawn from the cause of Yamada and espoused that of the house of Temmu. This matter, of course, went far beyond the physical details of a brief military engagement. It was as though there had been a cosmic shift in allegiances, as though the world itself had turned its back on Lord Yamada. The dice of the future had rolled awry; the very cards of destiny had proved unpropitious. It was as though a thousand castings of the bones and shells had uniformly rattled, in a thousand holdings, a knell of doom against the house of Yamada. Terror had been cast into the hearts of thousands of brave men, men who would face a common, charging, comprehensible foe with readiness and resolve, with bow and lowered glaives, but who had no heart to withstand the singular and incomprehensible, the mysterious, unnatural, and weird. Into such realms arrows do not fly; no steel blade can halt the coming of darkness, the fall of night. - (Rebels of Gor)