Book 5. (1 results) Assassin of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 15 | 20 | About her throat, close-fitting and snug, there was a white-enameled collar, a lock collar. |
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Book 5. (7 results) Assassin of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 15 | 17 | The belt dance is performed with a Warrior. |
| 15 | 18 | She now writhed on the furs at his feet, moving as though being struck with a whip. |
| 15 | 19 | A white silken cord had been knotted about her waist; in this cord was thrust a narrow rectangle of white silk, perhaps about two feet long. |
| 15 | 20 | About her throat, close-fitting and snug, there was a white-enameled collar, a lock collar. |
| 15 | 21 | She no longer wore the band of steel on her left ankle. |
| 15 | 22 | "Excellent," said Ho-Tu, putting aside his spoon. |
| 15 | 23 | Phyllis Robertson now lay on her back, and then her side, and then turned and rolled, drawing up her legs, putting her hands before her face, as though fending blows, her face a mask of pain, of fear. |
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The belt dance is performed with a Warrior.
She now writhed on the furs at his feet, moving as though being struck with a whip.
A white silken cord had been knotted about her waist; in this cord was thrust a narrow rectangle of white silk, perhaps about two feet long.
About her throat, close-fitting and snug, there was a white-enameled collar, a lock collar.
She no longer wore the band of steel on her left ankle.
"Excellent," said Ho-Tu, putting aside his spoon.
Phyllis Robertson now lay on her back, and then her side, and then turned and rolled, drawing up her legs, putting her hands before her face, as though fending blows, her face a mask of pain, of fear.
- (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 15)