Book 3. (7 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 32 | 89 | To one side, high in the domed wall some energy bulbs burst, emitting a cascade of sparks that looped downwards burning themselves out before striking the floor. |
| 32 | 90 | Some more tons of stone fell from the hole torn in the ceiling, raining down on the buildings beneath, breaking through the roofs, shattering to the streets. |
| 32 | 91 | Drifting dust obscured the complex and I drew the folds of Vika's robes more about her face that she might be better protected. |
| 32 | 92 | Misk's body was coated with dust and I felt it in my hair and eyes and throat. |
| 32 | 93 | I smiled to myself, for Misk seemed now to busy himself with his cleaning hooks. |
| 32 | 94 | His world might be crumbling about him but he would not forgo his grooming. |
| 32 | 95 | I supposed the dust that clung to his thorax and abdomen, that adhered to the sensory hairs on his appendages might be distressing to him, more so perhaps than the fear that he might be totally crushed by one of the great blocks of stone that occasionally fell clattering near us. |
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To one side, high in the domed wall some energy bulbs burst, emitting a cascade of sparks that looped downwards burning themselves out before striking the floor.
Some more tons of stone fell from the hole torn in the ceiling, raining down on the buildings beneath, breaking through the roofs, shattering to the streets.
Drifting dust obscured the complex and I drew the folds of Vika's robes more about her face that she might be better protected.
Misk's body was coated with dust and I felt it in my hair and eyes and throat.
I smiled to myself, for Misk seemed now to busy himself with his cleaning hooks.
His world might be crumbling about him but he would not forgo his grooming.
I supposed the dust that clung to his thorax and abdomen, that adhered to the sensory hairs on his appendages might be distressing to him, more so perhaps than the fear that he might be totally crushed by one of the great blocks of stone that occasionally fell clattering near us.
- (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter )