Book 3. (7 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 26 | 224 | I turned the key in the lock and heard the firm, heavy snap of the mechanism. |
| 26 | 225 | Vika of Treve was my prisoner. |
| 26 | 226 | With a cry she leaped to her feet and threw herself against the door, her face suddenly wild with tears, and pounded on it madly with her small fists. |
| 26 | 227 | "master! master!" she cried. |
| 26 | 228 | I slung the key on its leather loop around my neck. |
| 26 | 229 | "Good-bye, Vika of Treve," I said. |
| 26 | 230 | She stopped pounding on the plastic partition and stared out at me, her face stained with tears, her hands pressed against the plastic. |
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I turned the key in the lock and heard the firm, heavy snap of the mechanism.
Vika of Treve was my prisoner.
With a cry she leaped to her feet and threw herself against the door, her face suddenly wild with tears, and pounded on it madly with her small fists.
"master! master!" she cried.
I slung the key on its leather loop around my neck.
"Good-bye, Vika of Treve," I said.
She stopped pounding on the plastic partition and stared out at me, her face stained with tears, her hands pressed against the plastic.
- (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter )