Book 34. (1 results) Plunder of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 53 | 278 | Even so, there was View more quotes about little">little similarity between the placid output of the translator, however hesitant and disjointed, and the marked agitation and terror registered in the original Kur. |
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Book 34. (7 results) Plunder of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 53 | 275 | It made me ill, to even think of looking over the edge, to the street far below. |
| 53 | 276 | Lyris was uttering terrified, rushing, howling, piteous sounds in Kur. |
| 53 | 277 | The transmissions from Surtak's translator were jumbled, and crowded together, almost like static, as the machine tried to isolate and sort out Kur, and produce comprehensible Gorean. |
| 53 | 278 | Even so, there was little similarity between the placid output of the translator, however hesitant and disjointed, and the marked agitation and terror registered in the original Kur. |
| 53 | 279 | "Mercy, have mercy!" cried Lyris. |
| 53 | 280 | "I beg mercy! Mercy! I beg mercy! Please, Master! I beg mercy, Master! Master!" Surtak then drew Lyris back from the edge, and she collapsed to the floor of the bridge, shuddering. |
| 53 | 281 | "Your name," he said, "is 'Lyris'". |
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It made me ill, to even think of looking over the edge, to the street far below.
Lyris was uttering terrified, rushing, howling, piteous sounds in Kur.
The transmissions from Surtak's translator were jumbled, and crowded together, almost like static, as the machine tried to isolate and sort out Kur, and produce comprehensible Gorean.
Even so, there was little similarity between the placid output of the translator, however hesitant and disjointed, and the marked agitation and terror registered in the original Kur.
"Mercy, have mercy!" cried Lyris.
"I beg mercy! Mercy! I beg mercy! Please, Master! I beg mercy, Master! Master!" Surtak then drew Lyris back from the edge, and she collapsed to the floor of the bridge, shuddering.
"Your name," he said, "is 'Lyris'".
- (Plunder of Gor)