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Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)

There was now a frenzy and hatred in the dance, a fury even to the baring of teeth and snarling. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 12, Sentence #415)
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12 415 There was now a frenzy and hatred in the dance, a fury even to the baring of teeth and snarling.

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

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12 412 Kamchak, too, would not take his eyes from the woman.
12 413 The music had stopped.
12 414 Then with a suddenness that almost made me jump and the crowd cry out with delight the music began again but this time as a barbaric cry of rebellion and rage and the wench from Port Kar was suddenly a chained she-larl biting and tearing at the chain and she had cast her black robes from her and stood savage revealed in diaphanous, swirling yellow Pleasure Silk.
12 415 There was now a frenzy and hatred in the dance, a fury even to the baring of teeth and snarling.
12 416 She turned within the collar, as the Turian collar is designed to permit.
12 417 She circled the warrior like a captive moon to his imprisoning scarlet sun, always at the length of the chain.
12 418 Then he would take up a fist of chain, drawing her each time inches closer.
Kamchak, too, would not take his eyes from the woman. The music had stopped. Then with a suddenness that almost made me jump and the crowd cry out with delight the music began again but this time as a barbaric cry of rebellion and rage and the wench from Port Kar was suddenly a chained she-larl biting and tearing at the chain and she had cast her black robes from her and stood savage revealed in diaphanous, swirling yellow Pleasure Silk. There was now a frenzy and hatred in the dance, a fury even to the baring of teeth and snarling. She turned within the collar, as the Turian collar is designed to permit. She circled the warrior like a captive moon to his imprisoning scarlet sun, always at the length of the chain. Then he would take up a fist of chain, drawing her each time inches closer. - (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 12)