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Book 25. (7 results) Magicians of Gor (Context Quote)

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
3 1003 "What are you doing?" cried the owner.
3 1004 No one moved to stop him, but the large man, opening his cloak, drew a knife from his belt sheath and slowly, deliberately, slit the skin open.
3 1005 Wine burst forth from the skin, onto the ankles of the large fellow, and, flowing about, seeking its paths, sank into the dirt.
3 1006 The dust was reddened.
3 1007 It was not unlike blood.
3 1008 The large fellow then sheathed his knife, and stood on the rent, emptied skin.
3 1009 "I have won," he said.
"What are you doing?" cried the owner. No one moved to stop him, but the large man, opening his cloak, drew a knife from his belt sheath and slowly, deliberately, slit the skin open. Wine burst forth from the skin, onto the ankles of the large fellow, and, flowing about, seeking its paths, sank into the dirt. The dust was reddened. It was not unlike blood. The large fellow then sheathed his knife, and stood on the rent, emptied skin. "I have won," he said. - (Magicians of Gor, Chapter )