Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 20 | 1026 | Drovers called out to their animals, whips cracked, wagons creaked. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 20 | 1023 | This is the paradox of the collar. |
| 20 | 1024 | The order to march was then received. |
| 20 | 1025 | Standards were lifted, and flashed in the sun. |
| 20 | 1026 | Drovers called out to their animals, whips cracked, wagons creaked. |
| 20 | 1027 | There was the tread of the soldiers, the grunting, and scampering about, coming and going, scattering dust, of saddle tharlarion. |
| 20 | 1028 | The coffle, too, with its sound of chain, marched. |
| 20 | 1029 | The march had been underway for something like two Ahn. |
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This is the paradox of the collar.
The order to march was then received.
Standards were lifted, and flashed in the sun.
Drovers called out to their animals, whips cracked, wagons creaked.
There was the tread of the soldiers, the grunting, and scampering about, coming and going, scattering dust, of saddle tharlarion.
The coffle, too, with its sound of chain, marched.
The march had been underway for something like two Ahn.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter 20)