Book 6. (1 results) Raiders of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 9 | 317 | Before we set out we broke open the great bottle of paga, and Thurnock, Clitus and I clashed goblets and emptied them of their swirling fires. |
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Book 6. (7 results) Raiders of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 9 | 314 | "What are you going to do, Master?" she asked. |
| 9 | 315 | "We are taking you out," I cried, "to be marked and collared!" The three girls looked at one another in fear. |
| 9 | 316 | Already Thurnock was putting them in coffle, binding the right wrist of each. |
| 9 | 317 | Before we set out we broke open the great bottle of paga, and Thurnock, Clitus and I clashed goblets and emptied them of their swirling fires. |
| 9 | 318 | Then we forced each of the girls, choking and sputtering, to themselves upturn a goblet, swilling down as best they could the fiery draught. |
| 9 | 319 | I recall Midice standing there in her silk, the leather on her wrist, shaking, coughing, paga on her mouth, looking at me with fear. |
| 9 | 320 | "And then," I cried, "we will return and make a feast!" Thurnock, Clitus and I once more clashed and emptied goblets, and then, leading Midice, first in the coffle, by the lead end of the binding fiber, I stumbled through the door, finding my way down the stairs, with the others, hunting for a smithy. |
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"What are you going to do, Master?" she asked.
"We are taking you out," I cried, "to be marked and collared!" The three girls looked at one another in fear.
Already Thurnock was putting them in coffle, binding the right wrist of each.
Before we set out we broke open the great bottle of paga, and Thurnock, Clitus and I clashed goblets and emptied them of their swirling fires.
Then we forced each of the girls, choking and sputtering, to themselves upturn a goblet, swilling down as best they could the fiery draught.
I recall Midice standing there in her silk, the leather on her wrist, shaking, coughing, paga on her mouth, looking at me with fear.
"And then," I cried, "we will return and make a feast!" Thurnock, Clitus and I once more clashed and emptied goblets, and then, leading Midice, first in the coffle, by the lead end of the binding fiber, I stumbled through the door, finding my way down the stairs, with the others, hunting for a smithy.
- (Raiders of Gor, Chapter 9)