Book 3. (1 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 31 | 15 | I myself was forced to walk perhaps a dozen paces in front of Sarm, who held his grasping appendage near the control box which would, he supposed, activate the golden net he believed to be fused into the tissues of my brain. |
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Book 3. (7 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 31 | 12 | I supposed that she feared he might slay me, thus depriving her of her revenge for which she had waited so long. |
| 31 | 13 | He would have refused her, but she pleaded so earnestly that at last he agreed that she might accompany us. |
| 31 | 14 | "I wish to see my Master triumph!" she begged, and that argument seemed to sway golden Sarm, and Vika found herself a member of our party. |
| 31 | 15 | I myself was forced to walk perhaps a dozen paces in front of Sarm, who held his grasping appendage near the control box which would, he supposed, activate the golden net he believed to be fused into the tissues of my brain. |
| 31 | 16 | Vika walked at his side. |
| 31 | 17 | At last I saw, far across the plaza, the slowly stalking figure of Misk. |
| 31 | 18 | How tender I felt toward the golden giant in that moment as I realized that he, though a Priest-King, had come to give his life for mine, simply because we had once locked antennae, simply because we were friends, simply because there was Nest Trust between us. |
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I supposed that she feared he might slay me, thus depriving her of her revenge for which she had waited so long.
He would have refused her, but she pleaded so earnestly that at last he agreed that she might accompany us.
"I wish to see my Master triumph!" she begged, and that argument seemed to sway golden Sarm, and Vika found herself a member of our party.
I myself was forced to walk perhaps a dozen paces in front of Sarm, who held his grasping appendage near the control box which would, he supposed, activate the golden net he believed to be fused into the tissues of my brain.
Vika walked at his side.
At last I saw, far across the plaza, the slowly stalking figure of Misk.
How tender I felt toward the golden giant in that moment as I realized that he, though a Priest-King, had come to give his life for mine, simply because we had once locked antennae, simply because we were friends, simply because there was Nest Trust between us.
- (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter 31)