Book 1. (1 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 19 | 101 | "Die the flame death," repeated the old man, once again jabbing that long finger in my direction. |
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Book 1. (7 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 19 | 98 | I did not believe that the Priest-Kings were divine, but I did believe that they lived and that they were aware of what occurred on Gor and that from time to time they made known their will. |
| 19 | 99 | I did not even know if they were human or nonhuman, but, whatever they might be, they were, with their advanced science and technology, for all practical purposes, the gods of this world. |
| 19 | 100 | On the back of my tarn, I waited, not knowing if I was to be singled out for the flame death, not knowing if I, like the mysterious blue envelope in the mountains of New Hampshire, so long ago, was doomed to explode in a devouring blue flame. |
| 19 | 101 | "Die the flame death," repeated the old man, once again jabbing that long finger in my direction. |
| 19 | 102 | But this time the gesture was less grand; it seemed a bit hysterical; it seemed pathetic. |
| 19 | 103 | "Perhaps no man knows the will of the Priest-Kings," I said. |
| 19 | 104 | "I have decreed the death of the girl," cried the old man wildly, his robes fluttering around his bony knees. |
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I did not believe that the Priest-Kings were divine, but I did believe that they lived and that they were aware of what occurred on Gor and that from time to time they made known their will.
I did not even know if they were human or nonhuman, but, whatever they might be, they were, with their advanced science and technology, for all practical purposes, the gods of this world.
On the back of my tarn, I waited, not knowing if I was to be singled out for the flame death, not knowing if I, like the mysterious blue envelope in the mountains of New Hampshire, so long ago, was doomed to explode in a devouring blue flame.
"Die the flame death," repeated the old man, once again jabbing that long finger in my direction.
But this time the gesture was less grand; it seemed a bit hysterical; it seemed pathetic.
"Perhaps no man knows the will of the Priest-Kings," I said.
"I have decreed the death of the girl," cried the old man wildly, his robes fluttering around his bony knees.
- (Tarnsman of Gor, Chapter 19)