Book 30. (1 results) Mariners of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 1 | 42 | Outside, away from the portal, down the slope a bit, if one listened, one could hear the water lapping against the pilings, where the vast glory of looming thassa, in the darkness, deigned to touch the small works of men. |
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Book 30. (7 results) Mariners of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 1 | 39 | Mostly coasting. |
| 1 | 40 | Until the arrival of the stranger, it had been muchly quiet. |
| 1 | 41 | One might have heard the clink of a goblet now and then, the scraping of a wooden trencher on a low table, sometimes the crack of a kaissa piece being struck down on a board in an aggressive move. |
| 1 | 42 | Outside, away from the portal, down the slope a bit, if one listened, one could hear the water lapping against the pilings, where the vast glory of looming thassa, in the darkness, deigned to touch the small works of men. |
| 1 | 43 | The Sea Sleen was not one of the higher, larger taverns in the great port of Brundisium, such as that of the Diamond Collar, the Joys of Turia, the Dina, the tavern of Chang, that of Hendow, or such. |
| 1 | 44 | Her patronage was mostly that of ruffians, mariners between voyages, their coins now mostly spent, left in the higher taverns, drifters, wanderers, peddlers, exiles, some mercenaries, willing to unsheathe their blades for a bit of silver, or a fight. |
| 1 | 45 | The stranger sat cross-legged at one of the small tables. |
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Mostly coasting.
Until the arrival of the stranger, it had been muchly quiet.
One might have heard the clink of a goblet now and then, the scraping of a wooden trencher on a low table, sometimes the crack of a kaissa piece being struck down on a board in an aggressive move.
Outside, away from the portal, down the slope a bit, if one listened, one could hear the water lapping against the pilings, where the vast glory of looming thassa, in the darkness, deigned to touch the small works of men.
The Sea Sleen was not one of the higher, larger taverns in the great port of Brundisium, such as that of the Diamond Collar, the Joys of Turia, the Dina, the tavern of Chang, that of Hendow, or such.
Her patronage was mostly that of ruffians, mariners between voyages, their coins now mostly spent, left in the higher taverns, drifters, wanderers, peddlers, exiles, some mercenaries, willing to unsheathe their blades for a bit of silver, or a fight.
The stranger sat cross-legged at one of the small tables.
- (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 1)