Book 28. (1 results) Kur of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 1 | 672 | Certainly he was totally at the mercy of his captors. |
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Book 28. (7 results) Kur of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 1 | 669 | Largely, certainly after the few first days, or was it hours, in the container, Tarl Cabot had been curious as to why he was being kept alive. |
| 1 | 670 | He had not yet been slain. |
| 1 | 671 | Why? Indeed, had they wished to slay him, they might have done so long ago, doubtless within moments of his discovery. |
| 1 | 672 | Certainly he was totally at the mercy of his captors. |
| 1 | 673 | He might have been denied the liquid food dispensed now and then through the tube, a poisonous gas might have been introduced into the container, rather than the sedating gas, the air might have been simply drawn from the container, and so on. |
| 1 | 674 | Indeed, a number of things might have been done to him. |
| 1 | 675 | Who knows, say, what might have been introduced into the container while he slept, which might have satisfied the sense of vengeance of outraged Priest-Kings, perhaps a coil of squirming osts, a live sleen, successions of urts each time he slept, which he might try to kill, and on which might feed, until eventually, from pain and loss of blood, days later, unable to resist, he became the feed. |
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Largely, certainly after the few first days, or was it hours, in the container, Tarl Cabot had been curious as to why he was being kept alive.
He had not yet been slain.
Why? Indeed, had they wished to slay him, they might have done so long ago, doubtless within moments of his discovery.
Certainly he was totally at the mercy of his captors.
He might have been denied the liquid food dispensed now and then through the tube, a poisonous gas might have been introduced into the container, rather than the sedating gas, the air might have been simply drawn from the container, and so on.
Indeed, a number of things might have been done to him.
Who knows, say, what might have been introduced into the container while he slept, which might have satisfied the sense of vengeance of outraged Priest-Kings, perhaps a coil of squirming osts, a live sleen, successions of urts each time he slept, which he might try to kill, and on which might feed, until eventually, from pain and loss of blood, days later, unable to resist, he became the feed.
- (Kur of Gor, Chapter 1)