Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)
Chapter #
Sentence #
Quote
20
11
Occasionally, to my irritation, we became entangled in the trailing, looped stems of the tree, each with its richness of clustered flowers, whose beauty I was no longer in a mood to appreciate.
Occasionally, to my irritation, we became entangled in the trailing, looped stems of the tree, each with its richness of clustered flowers, whose beauty I was no longer in a mood to appreciate.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 20, Sentence #11)
Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)
Chapter #
Sentence #
Quote
20
8
It is difficult to fire from the outside, and the roundness—like the roundness of Gorean towers in general—tends to increase the amount of oblique hits from catapult stones.
20
9
Making our way up the flower tree with Hereena, who fought like a young she-larl, was not easy.
20
10
I went part way up the tree and was handed the girl, and then Harold would go up above me and I would hoist her up a way to him, and then I would pass him, and so on.
20
11
Occasionally, to my irritation, we became entangled in the trailing, looped stems of the tree, each with its richness of clustered flowers, whose beauty I was no longer in a mood to appreciate.
20
12
At last we got Hereena to the top of the tree.
20
13
"Perhaps," puffed Harold, "you would like to go back and get another wench—one for yourself?" "No," I said.
20
14
"Very well," he said.
It is difficult to fire from the outside, and the roundness—like the roundness of Gorean towers in general—tends to increase the amount of oblique hits from catapult stones.
Making our way up the flower tree with Hereena, who fought like a young she-larl, was not easy.
I went part way up the tree and was handed the girl, and then Harold would go up above me and I would hoist her up a way to him, and then I would pass him, and so on.
Occasionally, to my irritation, we became entangled in the trailing, looped stems of the tree, each with its richness of clustered flowers, whose beauty I was no longer in a mood to appreciate.
At last we got Hereena to the top of the tree.
"Perhaps," puffed Harold, "you would like to go back and get another wench—one for yourself?" "No," I said.
"Very well," he said.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 20)