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Book 1. (31 results) Tarnsman of Gor

Chapter #	Sentence #	Quote	Confidence
3	1	The Tarn "Ho!" cried Torm, that most improbable member of the Caste of Scribes, throwing his blue robes over his head as though he could not bear to see the light of day.	9
3	4	"Yes," he cried, "I deserve it!" Back went the head into the robes.	9
3	8	"Look," he cried in actual despair, waving his blue-robed arms hopelessly at the messiest chamber I had seen on Gor.	9
3	175	"No!" cried the Older Tarl.	9
3	227	I cried out in shock.	9
4	44	"I'll race you," I cried.	9
4	66	"No!" cried the Older Tarl.	9
5	94	"This is not the way to Ar," she cried.	9
7	22	"Wait!" cried the daughter of the Ubar.	9
7	108	She cried out hysterically.	9
7	114	"Don't struggle!" I cried.	9
7	116	"The veil!" I cried.	9
7	168	"Is this how you treat the daughter of a Ubar?" she cried.	9
7	190	"No!" she cried, shrinking back.	9
9	145	"Done!" he cried, fastening his lance in its saddle sheath and slipping from the back of the tharlarion.	9
12	77	Oddly enough, I cried out to the stars in joy, still clinging to life, unwilling to lament the fact that my miseries must now be prolonged.	9
15	79	"By the Priest-Kings!" he cried.	9
15	204	"A Ubar," he cried, "answers such a question only with his sword!" My weapon, too, had flashed from its sheath almost simultaneously.	9
18	27	"Pa-Kur approaches the city," I cried.	9
18	178	"Who would speak with me?" "Tarl of Bristol," I cried.	9
19	12	"Look!" cried Marlenus, pointing below.	9
19	50	"What is the meaning of this!" cried a strident voice, that of Pa-Kur.	9
19	54	"Men of Ar," I cried, "behold!" I gestured widely to the fields beyond the great gate.	9
19	57	"Who are you?" cried Pa-Kur, drawing his sword.	9
19	68	"Men of Ar," I cried, "listen! Even now, in the streets below, Marlenus, your Ubar, fights for the freedom of Ar!" The men of Ar looked at one another.	9
19	70	"Are you truly the men of never-conquered, imperishable Ar? Or are you but slaves who will exchange your freedom for the collar of Pa-Kur?" "Down with the Initiates!" cried one man, drawing his sword.	9
19	71	"Down with the Assassin!" cried another.	9
19	104	"I have decreed the death of the girl," cried the old man wildly, his robes fluttering around his bony knees.	9
19	110	"No!" cried one of the Initiates.	9
19	171	I heard the joyous cry, "Sword Brother!" It was Kazrak's voice! "Tarl of Ko-ro-ba!" cried another familiar voice—that of my father.	9
19	253	"It seems I belong to you, bold Tarnsman," she said, "What are you going to do with me?" In answer, I hauled on the one-strap, and the great bird rose into the air, higher and higher, even into the clouds, and she cried to me, "Let it be now, Tarl," and even before we had passed the outermost rampar...	9

Book 2. (113 results) Outlaw of Gor

Chapter #	Sentence #	Quote	Confidence
1	46	Was this the gentle Cabot I had known? "Harrison!" he cried.	9
1	135	"Wait!" I cried to him suddenly.	9
3	137	"May the Priest-Kings forgive me!" he cried.	9
4	75	"I am going to Ko-ro-ba!" I cried.	9
5	12	"I love you, Talena!" I cried.	9
5	63	"What of Talena?" I cried.	9
6	181	"Run!" she cried, and turned to flee.	9
9	29	"Come back!" I cried, holding the bag of coins out to him.	9
9	130	"Proprietor!" I cried, pounding on the table with my spear.	9
9	131	"Yes, Warrior," cried he.	9
9	137	"Alas!" I cried, "not a bangle in all Tharna!" Two or three of the men laughed.	9
9	140	"I doubt it," I cried.	9
10	44	Suddenly I cried out in alarm, pawing at nothing, hurtling downward.	9
11	163	"Unthinkable!" cried Lara, rising to her feet.	9
11	208	"No, Beloved Tatrix, no!" cried Ost.	9
11	250	"Give me the whip!" she cried.	9
12	150	"What," cried a merry young voice, insolent and good-natured, "could a wench like you know of fools, of the Caste of Singers, of Poets?" Linna sprang to her feet.	9
12	159	"Andreas," she cried, rushing to him.	9
13	70	"The Battles of Oxen," cried one of the silver masks, and her cry was taken up by ten and then a hundred others.	9
13	72	"The Battles of Oxen," cried the women of Tharna.	9
13	151	"Sleen," cried he, "you have spoiled the Amusements of Tharna!" Two warriors hastily unbolted the horns from the yoke and dragged me to the golden wall.	9
14	25	Above me the Tatrix cried out in rage.	9
14	43	"Stand back," cried one of the men with a whip.	9
14	67	"Get away from there," he cried.	9
14	99	"Ho! Ubar of the Skies!" I cried, holding my arms extended.	9
14	101	"Do you not know me? I am Tarl! Tarl of Ko-ro-ba!" I cried.	9
14	136	"Kill him," she cried.	9
14	151	"Fools!" cried the voice of the man with wrist straps.	9
14	155	What I would have given for a tarn saddle and the broad purple strap that fastens the warrior in the saddle! As soon as it felt my weight, the tarn cried again and with an explosion of its broad wings sprang into the air, climbing in dizzy circles.	9
14	178	"I am free!" I cried.	9
14	179	But I knew even as I cried out that I was not free, and I burned with shame that I had so bespoke myself, for how could I be free when others in that gray city were bound? There was the girl, warm-eyed Linna, who had been kind to me, whose auburn hair was knotted with coarse string, who wore the gra...	9
14	181	And there were how many more, yoked and unyoked, bound and free, in the mines, on the Great Farms, in the city itself who suffered the misery of Tharna and her laws, who were subject to the crushing weight of her traditions, and knew at best nothing better in life than a bowl of cheap Kal-da at the ...	9
14	196	"Tabuk!" I cried.	9
15	11	"Six-strap!" I cried.	9
15	57	Had I not cried "Tabuk!"? Was this thing it had seized not now to be devoured? Was it not prey? I shoved the tarn back and away from the girl, and gathered her in my arms.	9
15	60	Standing between the Tatrix and the winged carnivore, I cried "Tabuk!" It began to stalk toward the girl, who rose to her knees, her back pressed against the unyielding wall of the cliff, and screamed.	9
15	61	"Tabuk!" I cried again, taking the great beak in my hands and turning it toward the open fields below.	9
15	109	"You tricked me!" she cried.	9
15	125	"Never!" she cried.	9
15	133	"No!" she cried, her hands flying to the golden mask.	9
15	198	"I will free them!" she cried.	9
15	200	"Alas," she cried, "not even I can do that, but I can free your friends! I will free them! My freedom for theirs!" I appeared to think the matter over.	9
15	202	"Think, Warrior," she cried, "of your honor".	9
15	204	"Would you satisfy your vengeance at the price of slavery for your friends?" "No," I cried angrily, inwardly delighted, "for I am a warrior!" Her voice was exultant.	9
15	205	"Then, Warrior, you must bargain with me!" "Not with you!" I cried, attempting to sound dismayed.	9
15	207	"Then what?" she cried.	9
15	209	"All," I cried, "—or the block at Ar!" Her head dropped.	9
16	17	"Four-strap!" I cried to the bird, to bring it down on the pillar.	9
16	28	"Hail to our Beloved Tatrix!" she cried.	9
16	33	"All Tharna is yours, Warrior," cried Dorna the Proud, "if you but relinquish our noble Tatrix! The city weeps for her return! I fear there will be no more joy in Tharna until she sits again upon her golden throne!" I laughed.	9
16	69	"Traitress!" I cried.	9
17	99	"No!" I cried, my voice checking them.	9
17	102	'Feed!" cried the Whip Slave, cracking the whip again.	9
18	20	"What?" I cried.	9
18	35	"What a man!" cried one of the slaves.	9
18	74	"And I!" cried other voices.	9
18	106	"Lift me!" I cried, and on the shoulders of Andreas and the slave shackled beside me, I was lifted into the shaft.	9
18	115	"I have it," I cried.	9
18	117	"Pull!" I cried, and the hundred slaves in the long room began to draw on the chains.	9
18	119	"Pull!" I cried.	9
18	122	"Pull!" I cried again.	9
18	134	"I'm slipping!" he cried, and rattled down the shaft and fell to the cell floor weeping.	9
18	136	"I can't," he cried hysterically.	9
18	150	"Hurry!" I cried.	9
18	153	"Hurry! Hurry!" cried the voice of a man still below, a hoarse, terrified cry.	9
18	156	He cried out in fear, "It's coming, all of it!" "Brace yourselves!" I shouted to those above and below me.	9
19	11	"No," cried a dozen voices.	9
19	13	"Yes," cried Ost.	9
19	41	"To the Central Shaft!" I cried, holding a sword that had been taken from a guardsman now chained in the shafts behind.	9
19	72	"Men of Tharna," I cried, "and of the Cities of Gor, you are free!" There was a great cheer.	9
19	73	"Word of our deeds even now hurries to the Palace of the Tatrix," I cried.	9
19	74	"Let her tremble!" cried Kron of Tharna in a terrible voice.	9
19	75	"Think, Kron of Tharna," I cried, "soon tarnsmen will fly from the walls of Tharna and the infantry will move against us".	9
19	84	We will be pursued and ridden down by the lancers who ride the high tharlarions! We will be hunted and slain from the air by the bolts of tarnsmen!" "But we will die free!" cried Andreas of Tor, and his cry was echoed by hundreds of voices.	9
19	85	"And so must others!" I cried.	9
19	88	You must carry your freedom to others!" "Are you asking us to become warriors?" cried a voice.	9
19	89	"Yes!" I cried, and such words had never before been spoken on Gor.	9
19	93	And then I raised my hands again and standing on the windlass over the shaft, blown by the wind, with the moons of Gor above me, I cried.	9
20	43	He offered no resistance, he showed no anger, when I leaped to his back and cried, as before, "One-strap!" at which signal, with a shrill cry and a mighty spring, those gigantic wings cracked like whips and beat their way aloft in the glory of flight.	9
21	200	"Oh, Master," cried Targo, swirling his robes in disbelief that I could have uttered such a thought.	9
21	250	"Ai!" cried the grizzled man, and even Targo the Slaver looked baffled.	9
22	93	"I hate your honor!" she cried.	9
23	85	Lara cried out in terror as the monster reached for me with his beak.	9
23	91	"One-strap!" I cried, and the tarn's monstrous frame addressed itself once more to the skies.	9
23	153	"I did," he cried.	9
23	177	"Look!" cried the girl, pointing down the length of the wall.	9
23	200	"Halt!" cried a voice, and we stopped.	9
23	216	"Tarl of Ko-ro-ba!" cried a voice, and I saw a small man, thin with a wisp of sandy hair across his forehead, press through the ragged band of rebels that confronted us.	9
23	219	"This is he!" the man cried.	9
24	19	Almost as one they cried out, "Tal, Warrior!" "Tal, Warriors!" I responded, raising my arm, addressing them all by the title of my caste, for I knew that in their common cause each was a warrior.	9
24	30	"Free Kal-da for all!" cried Kron, and when the proprietor, who knew the codes of his caste, tried to object, Kron flung a golden tarn disk at him.	9
24	42	"Andreas!" cried Linna, and she made as if to slap him for his insolence, but he quieted her with a kiss, and she playfully began to nibble at the bread clenched between his teeth.	9
24	172	"I live!" cried a voice behind me and I turned and to my dismay I saw that Lara had followed me to the rampart.	9
24	177	"I am," she cried.	9
24	189	"Dorna the Proud wears a necklace of fifty silver tarn disks!" "Dorna the Proud is bold indeed," I cried, "to flaunt the very coins whereby her rival—your true Tatrix—was delivered into the chains of a slave girl!" There was a mutter of indignation, some angry shouts from the barricade...	9
24	191	"You heard him," I cried, "say to me that he should have killed me on the Pillar of Exchanges! You know that it was I who stole your Tatrix at the Amusements of Tharna.	9
24	192	Why would I have gone to the Pillar of Exchanges if not to surrender her to the envoys of Tharna?" A voice cried out from behind the barricade.	9
24	200	"I believe this warrior!" he cried, pointing down at me.	9
24	201	"It is a trick to divide us!" cried Thorn.	9
24	203	"Back to your posts!" cried Thorn.	9
24	204	"You are warriors!" I cried.	9
24	205	"Your swords are pledged to your city, to its walls, to your people and your Tatrix! Serve her!" "I shall serve the true Tatrix of Tharna!" cried the young warrior.	9
24	212	"Who is true Tatrix of Tharna!" he cried.	9
24	213	"That is not Lara!" cried Thorn, pointing to the girl.	9
24	215	Thorn was silent, for how could he claim to know that the girl was not Lara, when presumably he had never looked upon the face of the true Tatrix? "I am she," cried the girl.	9
24	216	"Are there none of you here who have served in the Chamber of the Golden Mask? None of you who recognize my voice?" "It is she!" cried one of the men.	9
24	226	"She is Lara!" cried another man.	9
25	52	"The roof!" I cried, remembering the tarns.	9
25	56	"Here!" she cried.	9
25	68	"Stop!" I cried, rushing forward.	9
25	69	"Kill!" cried the man in wrist straps, pointing the whip in my direction, and unleashing the urt, which charged viciously toward me.	9
25	108	"Fools!" she cried.	9
25	139	"Hail Lara, true Tatrix of Tharna!" they cried, and as was the custom of the city, five times were those weapons brandished and five times did that glad shout ring out.	9

Book 3. (102 results) Priest-Kings of Gor

Chapter #	Sentence #	Quote	Confidence
32	173	"I think I understand," I cried, "but you must resist!" "Would you have us die working at a hopeless task," asked Misk, "die like fools deprived of the final Pleasures of the Golden Beetle?" "Yes!" I cried.	10
4	59	I began to feel all the hatred of all the years that I had nursed against the Priest-Kings now uncontrollably, slowly, violently growing in my body, wild, fierce, those foliating scarlet vines of my fury that now seemed to encircle me, to enfold me, to engulf me, swelling, steaming, now writhing afl...	9
4	61	"Tell me!" I cried.	9
4	63	I cried with rage and strode forward to loose my spear but I wept and retained the weapon.	9
4	138	"Wait!" I cried.	9
5	88	"No," she cried.	9
5	197	"And instead," she cried, "I have only these walls of stone and the steel collar of a slave girl!" She helplessly, enraged, tried to tear the slender, graceful, obdurate band from her white throat.	9
6	140	"Why?" I cried.	9
6	147	"The Priest-Kings!" she cried and turned from me.	9
7	7	"Come back," she cried.	9
7	64	"I am here!" I cried.	9
7	104	"Come out!" I cried.	9
8	1	Vika Leaves the Chamber "Wake up, Wench!" I cried, striding into Vika's chamber, clapping my hands sharply twice.	9
8	2	The startled girl cried out and leaped to her feet.	9
8	35	"Where is it?" I cried.	9
8	37	"The Priest-Kings see and the Priest-Kings hear!" I cried.	9
8	46	I cried to the girl, "Bring me the laver".	9
8	56	I thrust my fist in her hair and she cried out and looked up.	9
8	57	"See!" I cried.	9
8	66	Vika trembled against me and in my joy with my fist still in her hair I bent my face to hers and kissed her full on those magnificent lips and she cried out helpless in my arms and wept but did not resist.	9
8	71	"Vika," I cried, "would you like to leave this room?" "Of course," she said.	9
8	79	"Stop!" cried Vika, in terror.	9
8	81	"Don't!" she cried, kneeling there, her hands outstretched.	9
9	118	"Oh how pleased I was when they beat him and he cried out," she said, "for I hated him—so much I hated him—for he was not a true man and even though of the Caste of Physicians could not stand pain.	9
9	197	"Very well," she cried, her eyes flashing.	9
9	211	"How many?" I cried.	9
12	205	"Please," he cried, "let us go to the dissection chambers".	9
12	213	"Stop!" I cried.	9
16	9	"I came of my own free will!" I cried.	9
16	21	"You killed my father!" I cried.	9
16	99	"Impossible!" I cried.	9
17	4	In fevered sleep it seemed I saw Sarm's great head with its powerful, laterally moving jaws hovering over me, that I heard the cry of larls and saw the burning pupils of Parp's eyes and his reaching toward me with instruments and a golden net, and I found myself chained to the foot of Vika's couch a...	9
17	140	"Stop!" I cried.	9
18	60	"Marvelous," cried Mul-Al-Ka.	9
20	64	"Save me!" she cried.	9
20	122	She touched her left hand to her thigh and cried out in pain.	9
20	133	"But I came to the Sardar," she cried, "in order that I might never be a slave girl—never a slave girl!" The collar made a small, heavy click as it closed about her throat.	9
20	165	"What do you mean!" I cried, seizing him by the shoulders and shaking him.	9
23	61	"Forgive me, Vika of Treve!" I cried.	9
23	71	When I removed it I cried out with pleasure for a bit of moisture had formed on the blade.	9
24	78	I cried out as I felt two long, hard, curved objects close on my body.	9
25	64	I leaped again and this time managed to fasten my fingers in the grille and cried out in pain, turning my face away from the heat and fire that seemed to transform its surface erupting over my head with torturing, savage incandescence.	9
25	83	"Wake up!" I cried, but though her head jerked from side to side and my hand felt afire she did not regain consciousness.	9
26	143	"Oh Cabot," she cried with relief, reproachfully, "how frightened I was!" She stepped to my side and lifted her eyes to mine and gently placed her hand on my arm.	9
26	216	"No!" she cried.	9
26	227	"Master! Master!" she cried.	9
27	57	"Thank you, Noble One!" I cried and turned the transportation disk almost as if it had a vertical central axis and sped off.	9
27	192	"Hold, Priest-King!" I cried.	9
27	363	And from a thousand translators rang the message she cried out over those golden heads to the blank stone ceiling and walls of her chamber and I shall never forget it as it was in all the sorrow and the joy of her trembling dying magnificence; I and all could read it in the attitude of her body, the...	9
28	23	"Mul-Al-Ka!" I cried.	9
28	27	"Then Al-Ka it is!" I cried.	9
28	120	"I love you, Master," she cried.	9
29	2	"Lift me up!" I cried.	9
29	4	"Quickly!" I cried.	9
29	17	I cried out with dismay but knew what I must do, and retraced my steps to try the ditch.	9
29	24	"My fingers," he cried, "my fingers hurt!" One of the humans by the wall, a girl, knelt by him, holding a cloth, trying to stanch the bleeding.	9
29	26	"Quick, Cabot!" she cried, "I must make a tourniquet!" I seized the limb of the man and pressing the flesh together managed to retard the bleeding.	9
30	89	"Awake, Slave!" cried a voice.	9
30	209	"No," cried Vika, who had been standing in the background, "he is mine!" "Do not fear, Little Mul," said Sarm.	9
31	22	"Go back!" I cried.	9
31	37	"No," cried Vika, "I discharged it this morning!" The girl ran to my side in a swirl of many-colored silks and from beneath the Robes of Concealment she withdrew my sword and kneeling at my side lowered her head and placed it in my hand.	9
31	38	"Cabot my Master!" she cried.	9
31	42	"I came to see my Master triumph!" cried Vika of Treve, her voice thrilled with emotion.	9
31	102	"An earthquake!" I cried.	9
32	20	"Hurry!" I cried to him.	9
32	23	"Come!" I cried, pounding my fist against his thorax.	9
32	39	"Look!" cried Vika pointing upward.	9
32	42	Some of the humans with us cried aloud in wonder, for never had they seen the sky.	9
32	48	"How beautiful it is!" cried Vika.	9
32	139	"If there is any chance at all," I cried, "you must try!" Misk peered down at me and his antennae seemed to lift with surprise.	9
32	142	"You must act!" I cried.	9
32	157	"You must not yield to the Golden Beetle!" I cried.	9
32	166	"You must resist the Golden Beetle to the end!" I cried.	9
32	175	"Let it be the way of Priest-Kings!" I cried.	9
32	183	"I will show you," cried Al-Ka.	9
32	312	Then she saw the figure of Parp and cried out with a tiny gasp, and looked back again at the larls, and then to the figure.	9
32	332	"Good," said Parp, not flinching, "follow me!" Vika screamed and I cried out for him to stop, but Parp dashed forward and threw himself into the jaws of the startled larl and it lifted him in its jaws and began to shake him savagely, and I was at its feet and thrust my sword between its ribs, plungi...	9
33	28	"What is it, Cabot?" cried Vika.	9
33	29	"Misk has won!" I cried.	9
33	56	"I wish to speak!" I cried.	9
33	63	"All else has failed!" cried the Initiate, weaving back and forth, his hands in the air.	9
33	65	At the end of this long but speedily delivered prayer, refrains to which were rapidly furnished by the Initiates massed about him, he cried, "Oh Priest-Kings, let this our last sacrifice turn aside your wrath.	9
33	66	Let this sacrifice please your nostrils and now consent to hear our pleas! It is offered by Om, Chief among all the High Initiates of Gor!" "No!" cried a number of other Initiates, the High Initiates of various other cities.	9
33	69	"It is the sacrifice of all of us!" cried one of the other High Initiates.	9
33	70	"Yes!" cried several of the others.	9
33	71	"Look!" cried the High Initiate of Ar.	9
33	74	"My sacrifice has been pleasing to the nostrils of Priest-Kings!" he cried.	9
33	75	"Our sacrifice!" cried the other Initiates, joyfully.	9
33	78	"See!" cried the High Initiate of Ar.	9
33	85	"See!" he cried.	9
33	107	"But it is not true," cried Vika.	9
34	1	Men of Ko-ro-ba "My father!" I cried.	9
34	6	"Torm!" I cried.	9
34	10	I swept him off his feet and spun him around and the robes flew from his head and Torm of the Caste of Scribes cried aloud in joy and that sandy hair wheeled in the wind and tears ran sideways down his face and he never lost hold of the scroll although he nearly batted the Older Tarl with it in one ...	9
34	46	"Yes!" he cried.	9
34	53	"I believe him!" cried Torm.	9
34	119	"Cabot!" cried Vika and broke away from him and hurled herself into my arms weeping.	9
34	178	"Never!" he cried.	9
35	15	"Let us rush on it and kill it!" they cried.	9
35	22	"Misk!" I cried, rushing to the Priest-King and lifting my hands to receive the antennae which were gently placed in them.	9
35	153	"Stand back," he cried, "so I can have a clean cast".	9
35	160	"Not mine!" I cried.	9

Book 4. (219 results) Nomads of Gor

Chapter #	Sentence #	Quote	Confidence
8	192	"No," cried Albrecht, "I am serious!" "Done!" cried Kamchak.	10
11	278	"No," cried Aphris, "I never learned!" "Kaiila feed!" cried Kamchak.	10
1	1	The Plains of Turia "Run!" cried the woman.	9
2	181	"Hear my name," cried he, "I am Kamchak of the Tuchuks!" As suddenly as he had finished, as soon as the men had named themselves, as if a signal had been given, the four kaiila bounded forward, squealing with rage, each rider bent low on his mount, lance gripped in his right hand, straining to be th...	9
3	8	"Aieee!" cried the warrior of the Kataii.	9
3	41	"A Koroban!" he cried.	9
3	100	"Regard the worth of those stones!" he cried.	9
3	112	"Spirit of the Sky," he cried, "let the lance fall to me—to me!" Then abruptly, furious, he wheeled the kaiila and joined the others, whence he turned to regard me.	9
4	46	The three weights at the end of the straps were now almost blurring in the air and he, his song ended, the reins in his left hand, quiva blade now clenched between his teeth, bola in his swinging, uplifted right arm, suddenly cried out and kicked the kaiila into its charge.	9
5	74	"Stand aside, you fool!" cried a girl's voice, and, to my astonishment, astride the saddle of the monster I espied a girl, young, astonishingly beautiful, vital, angry, pulling at the control straps of the animal.	9
6	64	Suddenly the girl threw back her head and cried out hysterically, "I'm mad! I have gone mad! I have gone mad!" I could stand it no longer.	9
6	77	"Please," cried the girl to me.	9
6	84	She cried out.	9
6	92	There was a murmur of approval from the crowd; even some of the enslaved Turian beauties, in spite of themselves, cried out in admiration.	9
7	132	She had cried out, she had wandered.	9
7	137	"I'm Elizabeth Cardwell," she had cried.	9
7	239	"What are they going to do?" she cried.	9
7	254	How she had challenged him, how she had walked, how insolent she had been! Perhaps in that moment she thought how amused the man might be could he see her now, that proud girl, now in the Sirik, her head to the pelt of a larl, kneeling to barbarians, begging to be a slave girl; and if she thought of...	9
8	50	"The bosk are safe," they had cried, and the cry had been taken up by the women and carried from wagon to wagon, "The bosk are safe!" This year, perhaps because it was the Omen Year, the Wagon Peoples did not advance farther north than was necessary to ensure the welfare of the herds.	9
8	56	"Well done!" cried Kamchak as he saw the tospit, unsplit, impaled halfway down the shaft of the lance, stopped only by my fist and the retaining strap.	9
8	72	Elizabeth cried out again, with pleasure, for she was of the wagon of Kamchak and Tarl Cabot.	9
8	362	She had misjudged the heartbeat or had not understood the swiftness of the kaiila, never having before observed it from the unenviable point of view of a quarry, because when she turned to see if her hunter had left the vicinity of the circle, he was upon her and as she cried out the bola struck her...	9
8	431	"Tuchuk sleen!" she cried, eyes flashing.	9
8	440	"I will run as I have never run before," she cried.	9
8	467	She cried out angrily, as did Albrecht, and Kamchak laughed.	9
8	558	"I do not want to stand for him!" cried out Elizabeth Cardwell.	9
8	572	"There will be a winner!" he cried.	9
8	599	"She was not touched," cried Albrecht.	9
8	600	"I was not touched!" cried the girl.	9
9	231	"Superb!" he cried.	9
9	252	"No, no, no!" cried Saphrar.	9
9	325	"Ho!" cried Aphris of Turia, summoning the Feast Steward to her, through the turning bodies of the girls dancing among the tables.	9
9	423	"Sleen! Sleen! Sleen!" she cried.	9
9	428	"Send for one of the Caste of Metal Workers!" cried Saphrar.	9
9	437	"Impale him!" cried a number of voices.	9
9	438	"It is a joke," cried out Saphrar.	9
9	448	"You are a coward!" cried Kamras.	9
9	454	"Aphris of Turia!" cried the girl.	9
9	456	"Yes!" cried Aphris of Turia.	9
9	467	"Never!" cried Aphris.	9
9	469	"I demand to be permitted to stand," cried the girl.	9
9	470	Then she cried, "I beg of you Saphrar—permit me!" "But in a few days," said Saphrar, "you will attain your majority and receive your fortunes—then you may do as you wish".	9
9	471	"But it will be after the games!" cried the girl.	9
9	476	"Permit it!" cried several of those present.	9
9	489	The girl cried out in helpless rage and turned, stumbling and clutching at the banister on the stairs.	9
10	67	"Tarl Cabot!" she cried.	9
10	68	"Tarl Cabot!" It seemed like lightning to us both that she had cried my name as might have a free woman.	9
10	69	And indeed it was a free woman who cried those words, Dina, a free woman of Turia.	9
10	90	"I cannot go to Turia!" she cried.	9
10	92	"I have no veil!" she cried.	9
10	93	I cried out in exasperation, kissed her, turned her about by the shoulders and with a slap, hardly befitting a free woman, started her on the way to Turia.	9
10	225	"Treachery!" I cried.	9
10	245	"The wenches!" he cried, and this shout was taken up by many of the others.	9
10	327	"Sleen!" she cried.	9
10	370	"Come back here!" she cried.	9
10	373	"The sleen!" she cried.	9
10	380	"Fight for me!" she cried.	9
10	382	"You must fight!" she cried.	9
10	399	"Oh, no!" cried Kamchak, throwing his fist to his forehead in mock despair.	9
10	406	"Meet him!" cried Aphris.	9
10	410	"Meet him, Tuchuk!" she cried.	9
10	416	"They are fighting elsewhere!" she cried.	9
10	419	"Please!" she cried.	9
10	421	"Look at the Turian wench!" cried the girl.	9
10	424	"Fight for me!" cried Aphris of Turia.	9
10	469	The Kassar girl cried out in distress.	9
10	475	"I want him slain," she cried, "cut into tiny pieces, the death of a thousand cuts!" "Withdraw," I advised Kamchak.	9
10	488	Aphris of Turia cried out in rage and the Kassar wench in distress.	9
10	490	Both girls cried out in pleasure.	9
10	512	"A thousand cuts!" cried the gentle Aphris of Turia.	9
10	513	"A piece of gold to Kamras for every cut!" she cried.	9
10	535	In the last moment I cried out to Kamchak, "For the sake of Priest-Kings, hold the weapon thus!" trying to teach him the simplest of the commoner grips for the hilt of the short sword, permitting a large degree of both retention and flexibility.	9
10	543	"Watch out!" I cried.	9
10	547	"Watch out!" I cried, for now Kamras had recovered, and was once again approaching.	9
10	565	"Die, Tuchuk!" cried Kamras, now enraged, rushing upon him.	9
11	28	"Saphrar!" she cried.	9
11	32	"Aphris!" he cried, as though horrified, but yet smiling.	9
11	49	"I do not wish to remain a slave for even a day!" she cried.	9
11	56	"I am the richest woman in Turia!" she cried.	9
11	67	"I think," roared Kamchak, "I will call her Aphris of Turia!" "Free me, Saphrar," cried the girl piteously, "free me!" Saphrar laughed.	9
11	79	Aphris cried out in distress.	9
11	82	"Saphrar!" cried out the girl one last time.	9
11	136	"Here, here!" he cried cheerily, hauling the exhausted Aphris to her knees.	9
11	156	She suddenly straightened indignantly and cried out.	9
11	159	"Never!" cried the girl.	9
11	280	"You should have learned anyway," cried the disappointed Kamchak.	9
11	321	"Sleen!" cried the girl.	9
11	325	"I have a knife!" cried Aphris in fury.	9
11	330	"I will kill myself first," cried Aphris, posing the quiva over her heart.	9
11	333	"No," she cried, "I will slay you".	9
11	336	"I have a knife!" cried out Aphris.	9
11	341	She threw back her hand with the knife to rush forward and thrust it into the heart of Kamchak but the coil of the whip lashed forth and I saw its stinging tip wrap four times about the wrist and forearm of the Turian girl who cried out in sudden pain and Kamchak had stepped to the side and with a m...	9
11	401	"Do you not recall," asked Kamchak, "what I then said to you—what I said at that time?" "No!" cried the girl leaping up, but Kamchak had jumped toward her, scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder.	9
11	403	"Sleen!" she cried.	9
11	408	"Master!" she cried.	9
12	61	"Ow!" cried Elizabeth as Aphris' comb apparently suddenly caught in a snarl in her hair.	9
12	67	The comb caught in Elizabeth's hair again and she cried out.	9
12	83	"Ho!" cried Kamchak, stomping into the wagon.	9
12	84	"Meat!" he cried.	9
12	403	Then he removed his hands from her shoulders and, as the crowd cried out, she sank in abject misery at his feet and performed the ceremony of submission, kneeling, lowering the head and lifting and extending the arms, wrists crossed.	9
12	424	"She was beautiful," cried out Aphris of Turia.	9
12	432	"Tonight," she begged, "please, Master, tonight!" With a roar of triumph Kamchak swept her up and slung her, hobbled as she was, over his shoulder and she cried out and he, singing a Tuchuk song, was stomping away with her from the curtained enclosure.	9
12	435	"For the night," he cried, "the Little Barbarian is yours!" Then he turned again and, singing, disappeared through the curtain.	9
12	443	"I don't want to be a slave!" she cried.	9
12	447	"He has no right!" she cried.	9
13	18	"Hah!" cried Kamchak.	9
13	21	Aphris cried out with delight and ran to Elizabeth, to my astonishment, to kiss her and help with the water.	9
13	83	Elizabeth suddenly cried out throwing her head to one side.	9
13	87	"Did you not see the secret blood of her?—That she is eager and ready—that she is fit prize for the steel of a master—that she is female, and," he added, "slave?" "No!" cried Elizabeth Cardwell.	9
13	235	"The camp is under attack!" he cried.	9
14	16	"What is it?" she cried.	9
14	20	"Please!" she cried, thrusting her hands through the bars.	9
14	22	"Master!" she cried.	9
14	39	"Give pursuit!" I cried.	9
14	40	"Wait!" he cried.	9
14	46	"We are fools!" cried Kamchak, wheeling his kaiila.	9
14	49	"Each to his own wagon and war!" cried Kamchak.	9
14	107	"He was a great man!" cried Kamchak.	9
14	110	Suddenly Kamchak cried out in rage and seized up the golden kanda box and hurled it away.	9
15	90	Once he pounded the rug on the polished floor in front of him and cried out angrily, as though to remind himself of some significant and inalterable fact, "She is Turian! Turian!" The work of the wagon was done by Tuka and another girl, whom Kamchak hired for the purpose.	9
16	195	"Ha!" cried Ha-Keel.	9
16	220	"Also," I cried, suddenly aware, "the rence paper in the message collar, paper from Port Kar!" "Of course," he said.	9
16	282	"No," cried the Paravaci, "let me have him as well as the other".	9
17	110	Then, angrily, thinking perhaps the pool was empty, or I had been made fool of, I cried out to Saphrar.	9
17	113	"You lie!" I cried.	9
17	115	"What is the monster?" I cried.	9
18	2	I cried out suddenly in alarm horrified at my predicament and struggled to turn back and wade to the edge of the marbled basin that was the cage of the thing in which I was, but the fluid, tightening about me, now seemed to have the consistency of a rich yellow, hot mud and then, by the time I had r...	9
18	20	"Beware!" cried the Paravaci and Saphrar suddenly stopped laughing and observed me warily.	9
18	29	"You fat, filthy urt!" cried Harold, struggling in his bonds with the two men-at-arms who held him.	9
18	41	"What is he doing?" cried the Paravaci.	9
18	88	Saphrar cried out and darted away.	9
18	94	"Down!" cried Harold, and I fell to the floor barely sensible of the silverish quiva of the Paravaci speeding overhead.	9
18	103	"Hurry!" I cried.	9
18	110	"There it is!" he cried.	9
18	112	"Tarns! Kaiila!" "No," he cried, "Saphrar's Pleasure Gardens!" and disappeared down the other side of the dome.	9
18	113	"Come back!" I cried.	9
19	47	"A wench!" I cried, almost a shout.	9
19	126	"But I am Hereena," she cried, "of the First Wagon!" I feared the girl's voice might awaken the others, but they seemed still to sleep.	9
20	45	"There's one of them!" "Hurry!" I cried to Harold.	9
20	55	"I see them!" one of them cried.	9
20	86	"That is all well and good," responded Harold, "but can you not impart certain important information relating to the matter in a briefer span?" "Come to the roof!" I cried.	9
20	103	"You there!" cried Harold.	9
20	106	"Come here!" cried Harold.	9
21	15	"Let the standard be moved," he cried.	9
21	22	"The Tuchuks ride from Turia!" he cried.	9
21	58	"Get away you!" cried a guard from the wall, with a crossbow.	9
21	59	"There is no loitering here!" "But master!" I cried.	9
21	110	"Dina of Turia!" I cried.	9
21	241	"You're hurting my arms," she cried.	9
21	250	"What of you?" she cried.	9
21	273	"Tuchuks! Close the gates!" The officer looked up in alarm, and then he cried out to the men on the windlass platform.	9
21	275	Suddenly understanding, the officer cried out in rage and whipped his sword from his sheath but before he could raise his arm the young man had leaped to him and thrust a quiva into his heart.	9
21	280	"Well done, Baker," he cried.	9
21	362	"I want the blood of Saphrar of Turia," he cried.	9
22	19	When I lifted my head from the fountain in the Turian street Harold cried out in amazement, "Why you ARE Tarl Cabot!" "Yes," I had responded.	9
22	95	"Yes, Commander!" they both cried, releasing her.	9
22	142	"She was our mistress!" cried one of the Tuchuk girls leading the Turian girl, and struck her sharply with the switch, at which information the Tuchuk girls at the tables clapped their hands with delight.	9
22	146	Then one of the Tuchuk girls pointed to her ex-mistress and cried out, "What am I offered for this slave!" and one of the men, joining in the sport, would cry out a price, some figure in terms of copper tarn disks.	9
22	162	"By whom?" cried Harold.	9
23	58	The men behind us cried out with rage.	9
23	78	And then, as the Paravaci bosk horns sounded frantically, our bosk began to run, their mighty heads with the fearsome horns nodding up and down, and the earth began to tremble and my men cried out more and jabbed animals, riding with the flood and the Paravaci with cries of horror that coursed the l...	9
23	117	"Look," cried an archer, pointing to the gradient.	9
23	136	"Listen!" cried Harold.	9
23	138	"Bosk horns!" cried Harold.	9
23	142	"Look!" cried Harold, sweeping his hand to the left and right.	9
23	147	"Look!" cried Harold.	9
23	154	"Yes!" I cried.	9
23	157	"Open the wagons!" I cried.	9
24	172	"Wait!" I cried.	9
24	190	"Look out!" cried Harold.	9
24	193	"What?" I cried.	9
24	194	"There!" cried Harold.	9
24	196	"What is it?" I cried.	9
24	197	"It is," cried Harold decisively, "the side of a brick building!" I turned to look at him.	9
24	198	"I accept your wager," he cried, kicking his kaiila toward the main gate.	9
25	11	"You!" she cried.	9
25	16	"You must flee!" she cried.	9
25	21	"My master!" she cried.	9
25	40	"Don't look at me," she cried, bending down, holding her face from the light, then covering it with her hands.	9
25	143	"I am sorry!" I cried.	9
25	248	"By the Priest-Kings," I cried, "you are one woman who is looking for trouble!" Elizabeth laughed over the wine.	9
25	448	"You will have me," she cried, "as one or the other!" "No," I said gently.	9
25	546	"No!" she cried, suddenly frightened.	9
25	575	"Not bad!" she cried.	9
25	582	"You are a beast, Tarl Cabot," she cried.	9
25	700	"Oh!" she cried, eyes smarting.	9
25	753	"Let me go!" she cried.	9
25	755	"A true man," she cried out suddenly, "would not behave so! No! A true man is gentle, kind, tender, respectful, at all times, sweet and solicitous! That is a true man!" I smiled at her defenses, so classical, so typical of the modern, unhappy, civilized female, desperately frightened of being truly ...	9
25	762	She cried out in misery.	9
25	783	"No!" she cried.	9
25	785	"No!" she cried.	9
25	792	"Please!" "Perhaps," I said to her, "the Goreans were right?" "No!" she cried.	9
25	794	"Never!" she cried, weeping in fury.	9
25	796	She cried out in misery.	9
25	800	She cried out suddenly as she found herself fully mine.	9
25	810	"I am not a slave girl!" she cried.	9
25	844	She did not move, and then suddenly I felt the cut of her nails deep in my arms, and though her lips were open, her teeth were clenched, her head was back, the eyes closed, her hair tangled under her and over her body, and then her eyes seemed surprised, startled, and her shoulders lifted a bit from...	9
25	888	"Insolent wench!" I cried.	9
25	889	"Oh!" she cried, as I gave the ring a playful tug.	9
25	894	"And," I said, "on your thigh you wear the brand of the four bosk horns!" "I'm yours," she said, "like a bosk!" "Oh," she cried, as I dropped her back to the rug.	9
26	42	"There is a tarn!" cried one of the men on the roof.	9
26	44	"Prepare to fire!" I cried.	9
26	122	"Fight!" cried Saphrar.	9
26	124	"Sleen!" cried Saphrar, and turned and ran deeper within the house.	9
26	167	"Stand back, Tuchuk," cried the young man.	9
26	178	"Do not!" I cried.	9
26	195	"Mine is the Paravaci!" cried Harold.	9
26	198	"Let us fight!" he cried.	9
26	204	"Do not approach!" cried Saphrar, "or I shall destroy the golden sphere!" He tore away the purple cloth that had enfolded the golden sphere and then lifted it high over his head.	9
26	211	"You do not understand!" I cried to Kamchak.	9
26	221	"The golden sphere!" cried Saphrar.	9
26	224	"Listen to the Koroban!" cried Saphrar.	9
26	260	"Go back with your men!" cried Saphrar, backing away from us a step.	9
26	268	"You cannot leave me here!" cried the Paravaci.	9
26	271	"Then it will be mine!" he cried and raced to Saphrar, trying to seize the sphere.	9
26	275	"No harm must come to the golden sphere!" I cried.	9
26	278	The Paravaci suddenly cried out in uncanny fear and shuddered and, to my horror, the golden sphere, which he had succeeded in wresting from Saphrar, was thrown a dozen feet across the room, and shattered on the floor.	9
26	354	"Please!" he cried.	9
26	362	"Please!" he cried once more, the syllable lost in the bubbling yellow mass that reached into his mouth.	9

Book 5. (4 results) Assassin of Gor

Chapter #	Sentence #	Quote	Confidence
2	98	"Why," cried the man with missing teeth, "it is he! It is Hup the Fool!" "Mercy, Masters!" cried Hup, squealing, struggling in the grasp of his captor.	10
3	203	"Aii!" I cried, though the outburst was scarcely in keeping with the somber black I wore, and an instant later the Tarn Keeper and the Saddle Maker cried out, and began to stamp their feet in the dust, and pound their fists against their left shoulders.	10
15	113	For one thing he never slew an opponent, though the man often could never fight again; the afternoon I had seen him the crowd cried for the death of his defeated opponent, lying bloodied in the sand, pleading for mercy between his legs, and Murmillius had lifted his sword as though to slay the man, ...	10
22	564	I heard a frightful crack and my left arm broke open bloody in two lines; my sword leaped up and the next time the whip knife struck I severed it; Menicius, with a curse, threw the coil of whip at me and it passed overhead; we shot through the first of the final rings, the end rings; his tarn knife ...	10

Book 6. (3 results) Raiders of Gor

Chapter #	Sentence #	Quote	Confidence
7	63	Then, as the oar-master again cried out, they entered as one into the water; and then, as he cried out again, each oar drew slowly in the water, and then turned and lifted, the water falling in the light from the blades like silver chains.	10
14	486	Then the admiral cried out with rage and the Lady Vivina, her hand at her breast, eyes horrified, cried out, "No, No!" The twelve ships had put about, taking their course now for Cos.	10
16	276	"Officers," I cried, "to your ships! Form your lines beyond the harbor four pasangs west of the wharves of Sevarius!" "Yes, Captain!" they cried.	10

Book 7. (2 results) Captive of Gor

Chapter #	Sentence #	Quote	Confidence
13	190	"Ute," I cried, "I have caught a fish!" "Good!" cried Ute.	10
15	994	* * * * "Tonight," cried Ute, happily, "you will serve, all of you!" The girls cried out with pleasure.	10

Book 9. (1 results) Marauders of Gor

Chapter #	Sentence #	Quote	Confidence
7	33	"You other lazy girls," cried Ottar, addressing the remaining bondmaids, "is it your wish to be cut into strips and fed to parsit fish?" "No, my Jarl!" they cried.	10

Book 10. (1 results) Tribesmen of Gor

Chapter #	Sentence #	Quote	Confidence
14	635	He cried out, elatedly, "I have made the march to Klima!" It was the man who had, for many of the days, cried out for us to be slain.	10

Book 11. (1 results) Slave Girl of Gor

Chapter #	Sentence #	Quote	Confidence
22	371	"I am beautiful," she cried, "very beautiful!" "I am sure you are, Mistress!" I cried.	10

Book 12. (1 results) Beasts of Gor

Chapter #	Sentence #	Quote	Confidence
14	293	"Imnak," she cried, "what are you going to do?" "Only one can be first," cried Imnak.	10

Book 14. (1 results) Fighting Slave of Gor

Chapter #	Sentence #	Quote	Confidence
22	375	"Mistress," cried Melpomene, suddenly, in misery, "I do not know how to dance!" "What!" cried the Lady Florence, as though in astonishment.	10

Book 16. (1 results) Guardsman of Gor

Chapter #	Sentence #	Quote	Confidence
20	747	"I am not a free woman," she cried, throwing herself to the feet of Calliodorus, "I am a slave girl!" "And she is yours!" I cried.	10

Book 19. (2 results) Kajira of Gor

Chapter #	Sentence #	Quote	Confidence
31	442	Let me tender to you now the helpless surrender of an orgasmic slave!" Who was it who cried out so shamelessly, so helplessly and brazenly for a master's mercy? And I realized that she who cried out was I.	10
31	462	"Thank you, Master!" I cried, and threw my head back in elation and gratitude, and freed myself of feeling, and, as he mastered me, cried out my slave's submission to him.	10

Book 20. (1 results) Players of Gor

Chapter #	Sentence #	Quote	Confidence
6	1085	"Give me then," she cried, suddenly, "the wondrous magic veil!" "Alas," cried Boots.	10

Book 21. (1 results) Mercenaries of Gor

Chapter #	Sentence #	Quote	Confidence
2	157	"Oh!" cried Feiqa, suddenly, sobbing, recoiling from my kick, and then "Aii!" she cried, in sharp pain, as, my hand in her hair, she was jerked up to a kneeling position.	10

Book 23. (2 results) Renegades of Gor

Chapter #	Sentence #	Quote	Confidence
16	169	"And now," she cried, "that you have won from her her confession that she was slave, and she has said the words themselves, enacting embondment upon herself, you would put her, now, not even in the dignity of the free woman, but in the misery and degradation of a shamed slave, upon the spear!" "Do y...	10
18	343	"The women are being taken behind you," I cried to the Cosians, "taken by those who have not even nicked their steel!" "Forward!" cried a Cosian officer.	10

Book 25. (6 results) Magicians of Gor

Chapter #	Sentence #	Quote	Confidence
7	335	"The tyrant, our common enemy," cried Myron, gesturing to Gnieus Lelius, "has been defeated!" "Kill him!" cried men in the crowd! "To the walls with him!" cried a fellow.	10
7	136	"No, Talena," cried another, "do not!" "We will not permit it!" cried a man.	10
16	3	"Will no one rescue me?" cried the bearded, bound fellow, struggling in the grasp of the mercenary who had first cried out.	10
17	18	"Alas," cried the ponderous fellow waddling about the stage, yet, if one noticed it, with a certain lightness and grace, considering his weight, "have I lost my slave?" "Find her!" cried a fellow.	10
17	61	"She is not collared!" cried a fellow! "Lash her!" cried another.	10
20	844	In a few moments she wept, "I yield me, Master!" and I then held her like iron and cried out with joy and she sobbed "I am helpless and taken!" and Phoebe, too, in the arms of Marcus, cried out, herself as well taken, and he, too, uttered a wild cry and a then sudden, low, satisfying growl, and the ...	10

Book 26. (1 results) Witness of Gor

Chapter #	Sentence #	Quote	Confidence
7	474	No longer did I then, in those moments, care for the danger, or whether I cried out, or if he cried out, or about the guards, or who might enter the garden! Nothing mattered, nothing was real but the feeling, the sensations, the moment! I only then became aware of the might of him, too, as though mo...	10

Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor

Chapter #	Sentence #	Quote	Confidence
27	884	"If you would have your captain live," cried Arconious, "throw down your weapons, and be on your way!" "Throw down your weapons!" cried he who was held by Arconious.	10

Book 34. (4 results) Plunder of Gor

Chapter #	Sentence #	Quote	Confidence
2	111	"La kajira!" she cried again, and then, sobbing, cried so again and again, to one side of the living room and then to the other, and even to the carpeted floor, and then, once more, she lifted her head to the ceiling.	10
15	325	"Hold! Gold or steel! Hold!" "Gold!" cried Tullius Quintus, "as and when it pleases me!" "Sleen!" cried the other voice.	10
61	339	"Soldiers of Ar," cried Drusus Andronicus, "those of you who are men, those of you who are worthy of the Home Stone of Ar, would you let lovely properties that should be yours, and may be yours, perish under the fangs of maddened beasts?" "No!" cried a man.	10
61	661	"This quarrel, noble Albus," cried Kurik of Victoria, "is for you! For its residence it would choose your heart! Order your men to throw down their weapons!" "Men, men!" cried Decius Albus, in terror.	10

Book 36. (2 results) Avengers of Gor

Chapter #	Sentence #	Quote	Confidence
4	114	"Mariners, noble mariners," cried one of the women, extending her hand piteously, "succor, succor!" "Glory to the Priest-Kings that you have seen us!" cried another.	10
20	57	"Next," cried Aktis, "will it be you who hears axes on the gate? Will it be your fields which will smoke to the sky, your homes which will be consumed in flame, your blood upon the hearth?" "Summon guardsmen!" cried a man.	10