Book 6. (1 results) Raiders of Gor (Individual Quote)
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412
The music grew more wild.
The music grew more wild.
- (Raiders of Gor, Chapter 9, Sentence #412)
Book 6. (7 results) Raiders of Gor (Context Quote)
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9
409
"Do not afflict her so," said Telima to me.
9
410
"Go to the kitchen," said I, "Kettle Slave".
9
411
Telima turned and, in the stained tunic of rep-cloth, left the room, as she had been commanded.
9
412
The music grew more wild.
9
413
"Where now," I demanded of Midice, "is your insolence, your contempt!" "Be kind!" she cried.
9
414
"Be kind to Midice!" The music grew even more wild.
9
415
And then Ula, boldly before Clitus, tore from her own body the silk she wore and danced, her arms extended to him.
"Do not afflict her so," said Telima to me.
"Go to the kitchen," said I, "Kettle Slave".
Telima turned and, in the stained tunic of rep-cloth, left the room, as she had been commanded.
The music grew more wild.
"Where now," I demanded of Midice, "is your insolence, your contempt!" "Be kind!" she cried.
"Be kind to Midice!" The music grew even more wild.
And then Ula, boldly before Clitus, tore from her own body the silk she wore and danced, her arms extended to him.
- (Raiders of Gor, Chapter 9)