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Book 3. (7 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Context Quote)

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32 322 But I stood aside.
32 323 Parp stood framed in the doorway holding that tiny silver lighter with which it seemed I had seen him fumble and light his pipe a thousand times, that small cylinder I had once mistaken for a weapon.
32 324 Parp reversed the cylinder and leveled it at the breast of the nearest larl.
32 325 He turned it suddenly and a jolt of fire that threw him five feet back into the cave leapt from that tiny instrument and the nearest larl suddenly reared, its paws lifted wildly, its fangs bared, its snowy pelt burned black about the hole that had once housed its heart, and then it twisted and fell sprawling from the ledge.
32 326 Parp threw the tiny tube away.
32 327 He looked at me.
32 328 "Can you strike through to the heart of a larl?" he asked.
But I stood aside. Parp stood framed in the doorway holding that tiny silver lighter with which it seemed I had seen him fumble and light his pipe a thousand times, that small cylinder I had once mistaken for a weapon. Parp reversed the cylinder and leveled it at the breast of the nearest larl. He turned it suddenly and a jolt of fire that threw him five feet back into the cave leapt from that tiny instrument and the nearest larl suddenly reared, its paws lifted wildly, its fangs bared, its snowy pelt burned black about the hole that had once housed its heart, and then it twisted and fell sprawling from the ledge. Parp threw the tiny tube away. He looked at me. "Can you strike through to the heart of a larl?" he asked. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter )