Book 1. (1 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 12 | 71 | I had come to love her. |
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Book 1. (7 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 12 | 68 | Thoughts, like prodding needles, vexed my brain. |
| 12 | 69 | The image of the treacherous, beautiful Talena, in her dancing silks, as she had lain in my arms, tormented me—she who would gladly give her kisses to the cold Pa-Kur for a place on the throne of Ar, she whose implacable hatred had sent me to this terrible death, not even permitting me the honor of a warrior's end. |
| 12 | 70 | I wanted to hate her—so much I wanted to hate her—but I found that I could not. |
| 12 | 71 | I had come to love her. |
| 12 | 72 | In the glade by the swamp forests, in the grain fields of the empire, on the great highway of Ar, in the regal, exotic caravan of Mintar, I had found the woman I loved, a scion of a barbaric race on a remote and unknown world. |
| 12 | 73 | The night came with infinite slowness, but at last the blinding sun was gone and I welcomed the chill, windy darkness. |
| 12 | 74 | The water lapped against the side of the frame, the stars sparkled above in frosty detachment. |
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Thoughts, like prodding needles, vexed my brain.
The image of the treacherous, beautiful Talena, in her dancing silks, as she had lain in my arms, tormented me—she who would gladly give her kisses to the cold Pa-Kur for a place on the throne of Ar, she whose implacable hatred had sent me to this terrible death, not even permitting me the honor of a warrior's end.
I wanted to hate her—so much I wanted to hate her—but I found that I could not.
I had come to love her.
In the glade by the swamp forests, in the grain fields of the empire, on the great highway of Ar, in the regal, exotic caravan of Mintar, I had found the woman I loved, a scion of a barbaric race on a remote and unknown world.
The night came with infinite slowness, but at last the blinding sun was gone and I welcomed the chill, windy darkness.
The water lapped against the side of the frame, the stars sparkled above in frosty detachment.
- (Tarnsman of Gor, Chapter 12)