Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 18 | 16 | "Yes, Tarl Cabot," wheezed Saphrar, giggling, "and yet you will, in an hour or so, when you are mad with pain and fear, try yet again and again to touch and grasp a vine, knowing that you will not succeed but yet again and again trying, believing that once somehow you will be successful. |
| 18 | 17 | But you will not!" Saphrar now giggled uncontrollably. |
| 18 | 18 | "I have even seen them reach for vines a spear's length above their head and think they could reach them!" Saphrar's two golden teeth, like yellow fangs, showed as he put back his head and howled with pleasure, his fat little hands pounding on the wood of the shield. |
| 18 | 19 | The quiva had turned itself in my hand and my arm flew back, that I might take with me in my death the tormentor, Saphrar of Turia. |
| 18 | 20 | "Beware!" cried the Paravaci and Saphrar suddenly stopped laughing and observed me warily. |
| 18 | 21 | If my arm should fly forward he would have time to leap below the wooden frame. |
| 18 | 22 | Now he was putting his chin on the wooden shield and watching me again, once more giggling. |
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"Yes, Tarl Cabot," wheezed Saphrar, giggling, "and yet you will, in an hour or so, when you are mad with pain and fear, try yet again and again to touch and grasp a vine, knowing that you will not succeed but yet again and again trying, believing that once somehow you will be successful.
But you will not!" Saphrar now giggled uncontrollably.
"I have even seen them reach for vines a spear's length above their head and think they could reach them!" Saphrar's two golden teeth, like yellow fangs, showed as he put back his head and howled with pleasure, his fat little hands pounding on the wood of the shield.
The quiva had turned itself in my hand and my arm flew back, that I might take with me in my death the tormentor, Saphrar of Turia.
"Beware!" cried the Paravaci and Saphrar suddenly stopped laughing and observed me warily.
If my arm should fly forward he would have time to leap below the wooden frame.
Now he was putting his chin on the wooden shield and watching me again, once more giggling.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter )