Book 1. (1 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 5 | 65 | The girl before me groaned and shook herself, her hands, unsteady, going to the slave hood, which was buckled over her head. |
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Book 1. (7 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 5 | 62 | Two girls were supposed to die that I might have time to escape with the Home Stone before the alarm could be given. |
| 5 | 63 | In my heart I knew I would not carry out this plan. |
| 5 | 64 | Abruptly I changed course, drawing on the four-strap, guiding my tarn toward the blue, shimmering wave of a mountain range in the distance. |
| 5 | 65 | The girl before me groaned and shook herself, her hands, unsteady, going to the slave hood, which was buckled over her head. |
| 5 | 66 | I helped her unbuckle the hood and felt delighted at the sudden flash of her long blond hair streaking out beside my cheek. |
| 5 | 67 | I placed the hood in the saddle pack, admiring her, not only her beauty but even more that she did not seem frightened. |
| 5 | 68 | Surely there was enough to frighten any girl—the height at which she found herself, the savage mount on which she rode, the prospect of the terrible fate that she believed to await her at our journey's end. |
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Two girls were supposed to die that I might have time to escape with the Home Stone before the alarm could be given.
In my heart I knew I would not carry out this plan.
Abruptly I changed course, drawing on the four-strap, guiding my tarn toward the blue, shimmering wave of a mountain range in the distance.
The girl before me groaned and shook herself, her hands, unsteady, going to the slave hood, which was buckled over her head.
I helped her unbuckle the hood and felt delighted at the sudden flash of her long blond hair streaking out beside my cheek.
I placed the hood in the saddle pack, admiring her, not only her beauty but even more that she did not seem frightened.
Surely there was enough to frighten any girl—the height at which she found herself, the savage mount on which she rode, the prospect of the terrible fate that she believed to await her at our journey's end.
- (Tarnsman of Gor, Chapter 5)