Book 5. (1 results) Assassin of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 15 | 29 | In the next phases of the dance the girl knows herself the Warrior's, and endeavors to please him, but he is difficult to move, and her efforts, with the music, become ever more frenzied and desperate. |
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Book 5. (7 results) Assassin of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 15 | 26 | The music now became a moan of surrender, and the girl was on her knees, her head down, her hands on the ankle of the Warrior, his sandal lost in the unbound darkness of her hair, her lips to his foot. |
| 15 | 27 | "Sura is doing a good job with her," said Ho-Tu. |
| 15 | 28 | I agreed. |
| 15 | 29 | In the next phases of the dance the girl knows herself the Warrior's, and endeavors to please him, but he is difficult to move, and her efforts, with the music, become ever more frenzied and desperate. |
| 15 | 30 | A girl in a tunic of white silk, gracefully, carrying a large pitcher of diluted Ka-la-na wine, approached our table from the rear, and climbed the stairs, delicately, and as though timidly, head down. |
| 15 | 31 | Then she leaned forward behind me, bending her knees slightly, her body graceful. |
| 15 | 32 | Her voice in my ear was a whisper, an invitation. |
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The music now became a moan of surrender, and the girl was on her knees, her head down, her hands on the ankle of the Warrior, his sandal lost in the unbound darkness of her hair, her lips to his foot.
"Sura is doing a good job with her," said Ho-Tu.
I agreed.
In the next phases of the dance the girl knows herself the Warrior's, and endeavors to please him, but he is difficult to move, and her efforts, with the music, become ever more frenzied and desperate.
A girl in a tunic of white silk, gracefully, carrying a large pitcher of diluted Ka-la-na wine, approached our table from the rear, and climbed the stairs, delicately, and as though timidly, head down.
Then she leaned forward behind me, bending her knees slightly, her body graceful.
Her voice in my ear was a whisper, an invitation.
- (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 15)