Book 24. (1 results) Vagabonds of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 3 | 623 | We were totally at the mercy of our captors. |
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Book 24. (7 results) Vagabonds of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 3 | 620 | Yes, there would be nothing to fear. |
| 3 | 621 | I hoped, at least, there was nothing to fear. |
| 3 | 622 | In any event, we were helpless prisoners. |
| 3 | 623 | We were totally at the mercy of our captors. |
| 4 | 1 | The Delta "Through the eye!" I screamed, struggling in the ropes, naked, they tight about my upper body, my hands crossed and bound behind me, fastened closely to my ankles, kneeling in the bow of the small craft, of bound rence. |
| 4 | 2 | "Through the eye!" Men screamed about me, and cried out with fear, rage. |
| 4 | 3 | The fellow had been taken from the rence craft before me, the comparatively small, less than a foot in breadth at its thickest point, triangular-jawed head, on the long, muscular, sinuous neck, lifting suddenly, glistening, dripping water, from the marsh, turning sideways, and seizing the fellow, then lifting him a dozen feet, on that long neck, screaming, writhing into the air. |
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Yes, there would be nothing to fear.
I hoped, at least, there was nothing to fear.
In any event, we were helpless prisoners.
We were totally at the mercy of our captors.
The Delta "Through the eye!" I screamed, struggling in the ropes, naked, they tight about my upper body, my hands crossed and bound behind me, fastened closely to my ankles, kneeling in the bow of the small craft, of bound rence.
"Through the eye!" Men screamed about me, and cried out with fear, rage.
The fellow had been taken from the rence craft before me, the comparatively small, less than a foot in breadth at its thickest point, triangular-jawed head, on the long, muscular, sinuous neck, lifting suddenly, glistening, dripping water, from the marsh, turning sideways, and seizing the fellow, then lifting him a dozen feet, on that long neck, screaming, writhing into the air.
- (Vagabonds of Gor, Chapter 3)