Book 21. (1 results) Mercenaries of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 10 | 5 | These inert, suspended, desiccated weights, now little more than skulls and the bones of men, with some bits of cloth, fluttering in the air's stirrings, and threads and patches of dried flesh clinging about them, had been arranged in a line along the Avenue of Adminius, the main thoroughfare of Torcadino, near the Semnium, the hall of the high council, doubtless as some sort of mnemonic and admonitory display. |
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Book 21. (7 results) Mercenaries of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 10 | 2 | She had already put her head down. |
| 10 | 3 | Judging from the condition of the bodies, the effects of the predations of birds, some still about, jards primarily, and the tattering of the winds and rains, they had been there for several weeks. |
| 10 | 4 | The ropes on the necks had been tarred to protect them from the weather, an indication that it had been intended they should remain in place for some time. |
| 10 | 5 | These inert, suspended, desiccated weights, now little more than skulls and the bones of men, with some bits of cloth, fluttering in the air's stirrings, and threads and patches of dried flesh clinging about them, had been arranged in a line along the Avenue of Adminius, the main thoroughfare of Torcadino, near the Semnium, the hall of the high council, doubtless as some sort of mnemonic and admonitory display. |
| 10 | 6 | They swung creaking, a few feet off the ground, some turning slowly, backward and forward, at the ropes' terminations. |
| 10 | 7 | A child reached up and struck the feet of one, to set it into motion. |
| 10 | 8 | "They are still up," said Mincon, angrily. |
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She had already put her head down.
Judging from the condition of the bodies, the effects of the predations of birds, some still about, jards primarily, and the tattering of the winds and rains, they had been there for several weeks.
The ropes on the necks had been tarred to protect them from the weather, an indication that it had been intended they should remain in place for some time.
These inert, suspended, desiccated weights, now little more than skulls and the bones of men, with some bits of cloth, fluttering in the air's stirrings, and threads and patches of dried flesh clinging about them, had been arranged in a line along the Avenue of Adminius, the main thoroughfare of Torcadino, near the Semnium, the hall of the high council, doubtless as some sort of mnemonic and admonitory display.
They swung creaking, a few feet off the ground, some turning slowly, backward and forward, at the ropes' terminations.
A child reached up and struck the feet of one, to set it into motion.
"They are still up," said Mincon, angrily.
- (Mercenaries of Gor, Chapter 10)