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Book 12. (7 results) Beasts of Gor (Context Quote)

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
4 583 Inside, crouching over a fallen man, the merchant, was the attacker, robed in swirling black.
4 584 In his hand there glinted a dagger.
4 585 Light in the booth was furnished by a tiny lamp, dim, burning tharlarion oil, hung from one of the booth's ceiling poles.
4 586 The merchant's assistant, the scribe, his face and arm bleeding, stood to one side.
4 587 The attacker spun to face me.
4 588 In his hand, his left, he clutched an object wrapped in fur; in his right he held the dagger, low, blade up.
4 589 I stopped, crouched, cautious.
Inside, crouching over a fallen man, the merchant, was the attacker, robed in swirling black. In his hand there glinted a dagger. Light in the booth was furnished by a tiny lamp, dim, burning tharlarion oil, hung from one of the booth's ceiling poles. The merchant's assistant, the scribe, his face and arm bleeding, stood to one side. The attacker spun to face me. In his hand, his left, he clutched an object wrapped in fur; in his right he held the dagger, low, blade up. I stopped, crouched, cautious. - (Beasts of Gor, Chapter )