Book 28. (1 results) Kur of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 34 | 74 | It is not clear how long the storm lasted, as it is difficult to judge such things. |
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Book 28. (7 results) Kur of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 34 | 71 | "Here!" In the darkness, in the cold, blinding water, he thrust the slave to the log, and, with loops of wet rope, loose from the log, fastened her to it, and then he thrust his own arm amongst the ropes, and clung to the log as it pitched about, rising and falling, and sometimes rolling over, taking them beneath the surface, and then it pitched up, again, in the darkness, bringing them again to the surface, they gasping for air, trying to breathe in the ferocity of the rain and wind. |
| 34 | 72 | "Here!" cried Grendel, against the storm, scarcely audible. |
| 34 | 73 | "Here!" cried Cabot, in response, trusting that his companion's hearing, equivalent to that of a Kur, might detect the sound amidst the wash and roar of the storm. |
| 34 | 74 | It is not clear how long the storm lasted, as it is difficult to judge such things. |
| 34 | 75 | Doubtless to Cabot and his companion, Lord Grendel, and his lovely beast, the slave, she who had been given the name 'Lita', it seemed a long while, perhaps even the night. |
| 34 | 76 | On the other hand, more likely, it lasted little more than two or three Ahn. |
| 34 | 77 | In any event, whatever may have been the case, it was still dark when Cabot, fastened to the log, awakened, shuddering, and felt a graveled sand beneath his feet, and, then, exhausted, he thrust the log to which he had bound himself forward, foot by foot to the shallower water, and then he was on the beach, and slipped from the log, and freed the unconscious slave from her fastenings, and carried her further, higher, onto the beach, and then, putting her down, collapsed. |
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"Here!" In the darkness, in the cold, blinding water, he thrust the slave to the log, and, with loops of wet rope, loose from the log, fastened her to it, and then he thrust his own arm amongst the ropes, and clung to the log as it pitched about, rising and falling, and sometimes rolling over, taking them beneath the surface, and then it pitched up, again, in the darkness, bringing them again to the surface, they gasping for air, trying to breathe in the ferocity of the rain and wind.
"Here!" cried Grendel, against the storm, scarcely audible.
"Here!" cried Cabot, in response, trusting that his companion's hearing, equivalent to that of a Kur, might detect the sound amidst the wash and roar of the storm.
It is not clear how long the storm lasted, as it is difficult to judge such things.
Doubtless to Cabot and his companion, Lord Grendel, and his lovely beast, the slave, she who had been given the name 'Lita', it seemed a long while, perhaps even the night.
On the other hand, more likely, it lasted little more than two or three Ahn.
In any event, whatever may have been the case, it was still dark when Cabot, fastened to the log, awakened, shuddering, and felt a graveled sand beneath his feet, and, then, exhausted, he thrust the log to which he had bound himself forward, foot by foot to the shallower water, and then he was on the beach, and slipped from the log, and freed the unconscious slave from her fastenings, and carried her further, higher, onto the beach, and then, putting her down, collapsed.
- (Kur of Gor, Chapter 34)