Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 12 | 420 | The dance consists of several phases, depending on the general orbit allowed the girl by the chain. |
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Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 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. |
| 12 | 419 | At times he would permit her to draw back again, but never to the full length of the chain, and each time he permitted her to withdraw, it was less than the last. |
| 12 | 420 | The dance consists of several phases, depending on the general orbit allowed the girl by the chain. |
| 12 | 421 | Certain of these phases are very slow, in which there is almost no movement, save perhaps the turning of a head or the movement of a hand; others are defiant and swift; some are graceful and pleading; some stately, some simple; some proud, some piteous; but each time, as the common thread, she is drawn closer to the caped warrior. |
| 12 | 422 | At last his fist was within the Turian collar itself and he drew the girl, piteous and exhausted, to his lips, subduing her with his kiss, and then her arms were about his neck and unresisting, obedient, her head to his chest, she was lifted lightly in his arms and carried from the firelight. |
| 12 | 423 | Kamchak and I, and others, threw coins of gold into the sand near the fire. |
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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.
At times he would permit her to draw back again, but never to the full length of the chain, and each time he permitted her to withdraw, it was less than the last.
The dance consists of several phases, depending on the general orbit allowed the girl by the chain.
Certain of these phases are very slow, in which there is almost no movement, save perhaps the turning of a head or the movement of a hand; others are defiant and swift; some are graceful and pleading; some stately, some simple; some proud, some piteous; but each time, as the common thread, she is drawn closer to the caped warrior.
At last his fist was within the Turian collar itself and he drew the girl, piteous and exhausted, to his lips, subduing her with his kiss, and then her arms were about his neck and unresisting, obedient, her head to his chest, she was lifted lightly in his arms and carried from the firelight.
Kamchak and I, and others, threw coins of gold into the sand near the fire.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 12)