Book 3. (1 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 33 | 36 | Perhaps they expected me to be cut down by the flame death before their very eyes. |
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Book 3. (7 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 33 | 33 | I knew that never before in the history of the planet had a man been seen to return from the Sardar. |
| 33 | 34 | The Initiates, hundreds of them, knelt in long lines to the crags of the Sardar, to the Priest-Kings. |
| 33 | 35 | I saw their shaven heads, their faces distraught in the bleak white of their robes, their eyes wide and filled with fear, their bodies trembling in the robes of their caste. |
| 33 | 36 | Perhaps they expected me to be cut down by the flame death before their very eyes. |
| 33 | 37 | Behind the Initiates, standing, as befits the men of other castes, I saw men of a hundred cities, joined here in their common fear and plea to the denizens of the Sardar. |
| 33 | 38 | Well could I suppose the terror and upheavals that had brought these men, normally so divided against one another in the strife of their warring cities, to the palisade, to the dark shadows of the Sardar—the earthquakes, the tidal waves, the hurricanes and atmospheric disturbances, and the uncanny lessening of the gravitational attraction, the lessening of the bonding that held the very earth together beneath their feet. |
| 33 | 39 | I looked upon the frightened faces of the Initiates. |
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I knew that never before in the history of the planet had a man been seen to return from the Sardar.
The Initiates, hundreds of them, knelt in long lines to the crags of the Sardar, to the Priest-Kings.
I saw their shaven heads, their faces distraught in the bleak white of their robes, their eyes wide and filled with fear, their bodies trembling in the robes of their caste.
Perhaps they expected me to be cut down by the flame death before their very eyes.
Behind the Initiates, standing, as befits the men of other castes, I saw men of a hundred cities, joined here in their common fear and plea to the denizens of the Sardar.
Well could I suppose the terror and upheavals that had brought these men, normally so divided against one another in the strife of their warring cities, to the palisade, to the dark shadows of the Sardar—the earthquakes, the tidal waves, the hurricanes and atmospheric disturbances, and the uncanny lessening of the gravitational attraction, the lessening of the bonding that held the very earth together beneath their feet.
I looked upon the frightened faces of the Initiates.
- (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter 33)