Book 31. (1 results) Conspirators of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 8 | 177 | "Kajirae, kajirae!" I heard, a sing-song, mocking chanting of children. |
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Book 31. (7 results) Conspirators of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 8 | 174 | I was helpless. |
| 8 | 175 | I jerked a little at the bracelets which held my hands behind my back. |
| 8 | 176 | I, once Allison Ashton-Baker, once a member of a prestigious, wealthy sorority at an exclusive educational institution on the planet Earth, once a scion of the envied upper classes on my world, was helpless, and on Gor, a manacled, hooded, coffled slave! "Oh!" I cried, suddenly pelted with gravel. |
| 8 | 177 | "Kajirae, kajirae!" I heard, a sing-song, mocking chanting of children. |
| 8 | 178 | "Kajirae, kajirae!" Small stones, stinging, one after another, apparently from almost at my elbow, were hurled against me, and, from the disturbance in the coffle, the rattle of chain, and cries of surprise and pain, I knew I was not the only victim of this petty aggression. |
| 8 | 179 | "Kajirae, kajirae!" they mocked, running beside us, now on each side. |
| 8 | 180 | I cried out with pain, struck by a supple, barkless branch, a child's makeshift switch. |
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I was helpless.
I jerked a little at the bracelets which held my hands behind my back.
I, once Allison Ashton-Baker, once a member of a prestigious, wealthy sorority at an exclusive educational institution on the planet Earth, once a scion of the envied upper classes on my world, was helpless, and on Gor, a manacled, hooded, coffled slave! "Oh!" I cried, suddenly pelted with gravel.
"Kajirae, kajirae!" I heard, a sing-song, mocking chanting of children.
"Kajirae, kajirae!" Small stones, stinging, one after another, apparently from almost at my elbow, were hurled against me, and, from the disturbance in the coffle, the rattle of chain, and cries of surprise and pain, I knew I was not the only victim of this petty aggression.
"Kajirae, kajirae!" they mocked, running beside us, now on each side.
I cried out with pain, struck by a supple, barkless branch, a child's makeshift switch.
- (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 8)