Book 5. (1 results) Assassin of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 18 | 402 | I could smell wet straw in the place, and the excrement of urts and a human being. |
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Book 5. (7 results) Assassin of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 18 | 399 | Lifting the torch I entered. |
| 18 | 400 | Startled by the light an urt scurried from my path, disappearing through a small crevice in the wall. |
| 18 | 401 | It had been nibbling at the scrapings of dried gruel caked in a tin pan near the prisoner's foot. |
| 18 | 402 | I could smell wet straw in the place, and the excrement of urts and a human being. |
| 18 | 403 | The slumped figure, that of a small man, naked, white-haired, stinking, skeletal, haggard, covered with sores, awakening, cried out in misery, whimpering. |
| 18 | 404 | He crawled to his knees, squinting against the torch, trying to shelter his eyes with manacled clawlike hands from the sudden, fierce, painful blaze of fire that his world must have then been for him. |
| 18 | 405 | "Who are you?" he whispered. |
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Lifting the torch I entered.
Startled by the light an urt scurried from my path, disappearing through a small crevice in the wall.
It had been nibbling at the scrapings of dried gruel caked in a tin pan near the prisoner's foot.
I could smell wet straw in the place, and the excrement of urts and a human being.
The slumped figure, that of a small man, naked, white-haired, stinking, skeletal, haggard, covered with sores, awakening, cried out in misery, whimpering.
He crawled to his knees, squinting against the torch, trying to shelter his eyes with manacled clawlike hands from the sudden, fierce, painful blaze of fire that his world must have then been for him.
"Who are you?" he whispered.
- (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 18)