Book 24. (1 results) Vagabonds of Gor (Individual Quote)
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357
She had seemed to be crying, but perhaps it was merely the heat from the paga which she had, with the back of her hand, wiped from her eyes.
She had seemed to be crying, but perhaps it was merely the heat from the paga which she had, with the back of her hand, wiped from her eyes.
- (Vagabonds of Gor, Chapter 1, Sentence #357)
Book 24. (7 results) Vagabonds of Gor (Context Quote)
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354
I myself, like many warriors, terribly enough, I suppose, tend to see war more as the most perilous and exhilarating of sports, a game of warriors and Ubars.
1
355
Too, I am not unfond of loot, particularly when it is beautiful and well curved.
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356
Temione had now reached the vat, and was carefully dipping her narrow, high-handled serving vessel in the simmering paga.
1
357
She had seemed to be crying, but perhaps it was merely the heat from the paga which she had, with the back of her hand, wiped from her eyes.
1
358
Yet, I thought, too, I had seen her clench her fist, driving the nails into the palm of her hand, and her hips move, inadvertently, helplessly, in frustration.
1
359
It is hard for a woman to help such things when she is scantily clad and in a collar, when she is a slave.
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360
To be sure, the Cosians had moved in an open, leisurely way, and even along the southern bank of the Vosk, rather than to the north.
I myself, like many warriors, terribly enough, I suppose, tend to see war more as the most perilous and exhilarating of sports, a game of warriors and Ubars.
Too, I am not unfond of loot, particularly when it is beautiful and well curved.
Temione had now reached the vat, and was carefully dipping her narrow, high-handled serving vessel in the simmering paga.
She had seemed to be crying, but perhaps it was merely the heat from the paga which she had, with the back of her hand, wiped from her eyes.
Yet, I thought, too, I had seen her clench her fist, driving the nails into the palm of her hand, and her hips move, inadvertently, helplessly, in frustration.
It is hard for a woman to help such things when she is scantily clad and in a collar, when she is a slave.
To be sure, the Cosians had moved in an open, leisurely way, and even along the southern bank of the Vosk, rather than to the north.
- (Vagabonds of Gor, Chapter 1)