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Book 1. (1 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Individual Quote)

Her white arm was lifted, and her blond hair was swept behind her on the windy roof of the cylinder. - (Tarnsman of Gor, Chapter 5, Sentence #129)
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5 129 Her white arm was lifted, and her blond hair was swept behind her on the windy roof of the cylinder.

Book 1. (7 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Context Quote)

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5 126 On a tower of Thentis I left her, kissing her, removing from my neck her clinging hands.
5 127 She was crying, with all the incomprehensible absurdity of the female kind.
5 128 I hauled the tarn aloft, waving back at the small figure still wearing the diagonally striped livery of the slave.
5 129 Her white arm was lifted, and her blond hair was swept behind her on the windy roof of the cylinder.
5 130 I turned the tarn toward Ar.
5 131 As I crossed the Vosk, that mighty river, some forty pasangs in width, which hurtles past the frontiers of Ar to pour into the Tamber Gulf, I realized that I was at last within the borders of the Empire of Ar.
5 132 Sana had insisted that I keep the pellet of poison which the Council had given her to spare her from the otherwise inevitable tortures that would follow the disclosure of her identity in the cylinders of Ar.
On a tower of Thentis I left her, kissing her, removing from my neck her clinging hands. She was crying, with all the incomprehensible absurdity of the female kind. I hauled the tarn aloft, waving back at the small figure still wearing the diagonally striped livery of the slave. Her white arm was lifted, and her blond hair was swept behind her on the windy roof of the cylinder. I turned the tarn toward Ar. As I crossed the Vosk, that mighty river, some forty pasangs in width, which hurtles past the frontiers of Ar to pour into the Tamber Gulf, I realized that I was at last within the borders of the Empire of Ar. Sana had insisted that I keep the pellet of poison which the Council had given her to spare her from the otherwise inevitable tortures that would follow the disclosure of her identity in the cylinders of Ar. - (Tarnsman of Gor, Chapter 5)