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Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
3 102 It hung like a belt of light, sparkling with a spectrum of riches beyond the dreams of a hundred merchants.
3 103 "Excellent," I admitted, handing it back to him on the tip of the spear.
3 104 Angrily he wound it about the pommel of the saddle.
3 105 "But I am of the caste of Warriors," I said, "of a high city and we do not stain our spears for the stones of men—not even such stones as these".
3 106 The Paravaci was speechless.
3 107 "You dare to tempt me," I said, feigning anger, "as if I were of the caste of Assassins or a common thief with his dagger in the night".
3 108 I frowned at him.
It hung like a belt of light, sparkling with a spectrum of riches beyond the dreams of a hundred merchants. "Excellent," I admitted, handing it back to him on the tip of the spear. Angrily he wound it about the pommel of the saddle. "But I am of the caste of Warriors," I said, "of a high city and we do not stain our spears for the stones of men—not even such stones as these". The Paravaci was speechless. "You dare to tempt me," I said, feigning anger, "as if I were of the caste of Assassins or a common thief with his dagger in the night". I frowned at him. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter )