Book 5. (1 results) Assassin of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 19 | 376 | "I am offered five hundred and forty gold pieces for these hot-blooded barbarian beauties," called the auctioneer, "only five hundred and forty gold pieces for this exquisite set of animals, in prime condition and superbly trained to tantalize you, to torment you, to drive you wild with pleasure! Do I hear more? Come now, gentle brothers and sisters of Ar, when again will such superb creatures be yours to ensteel for only a paltry sum of golden coin!" There was laughter from the crowd. |
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Book 5. (7 results) Assassin of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 19 | 373 | The auctioneer smiled and bowed low. |
| 19 | 374 | "Five hundred and forty gold pieces!" cried the rich man of Ar, and the crowd cheered its approval of the bid. |
| 19 | 375 | Then there was silence. |
| 19 | 376 | "I am offered five hundred and forty gold pieces for these hot-blooded barbarian beauties," called the auctioneer, "only five hundred and forty gold pieces for this exquisite set of animals, in prime condition and superbly trained to tantalize you, to torment you, to drive you wild with pleasure! Do I hear more? Come now, gentle brothers and sisters of Ar, when again will such superb creatures be yours to ensteel for only a paltry sum of golden coin!" There was laughter from the crowd. |
| 19 | 377 | "Five hundred and forty-five," growled the Slaver from Tyros. |
| 19 | 378 | The crowd greeted the bid with pleasure, but then it seemed quiet. |
| 19 | 379 | The auctioneer looked from face to face, and there were no more bids forthcoming. |
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The auctioneer smiled and bowed low.
"Five hundred and forty gold pieces!" cried the rich man of Ar, and the crowd cheered its approval of the bid.
Then there was silence.
"I am offered five hundred and forty gold pieces for these hot-blooded barbarian beauties," called the auctioneer, "only five hundred and forty gold pieces for this exquisite set of animals, in prime condition and superbly trained to tantalize you, to torment you, to drive you wild with pleasure! Do I hear more? Come now, gentle brothers and sisters of Ar, when again will such superb creatures be yours to ensteel for only a paltry sum of golden coin!" There was laughter from the crowd.
"Five hundred and forty-five," growled the Slaver from Tyros.
The crowd greeted the bid with pleasure, but then it seemed quiet.
The auctioneer looked from face to face, and there were no more bids forthcoming.
- (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 19)