Book 31. (1 results) Conspirators of Gor (Individual Quote)
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* * * * I was readying myself to return to the shop of Epicrates, with the two buckets, freshly filled, when I became aware of a shouting about, and I saw several citizens hurrying to join a cluster of others, gathered near the double doorway of an insula on Clive, not more than a hundred paces from the fountain.
* * * * I was readying myself to return to the shop of Epicrates, with the two buckets, freshly filled, when I became aware of a shouting about, and I saw several citizens hurrying to join a cluster of others, gathered near the double doorway of an insula on Clive, not more than a hundred paces from the fountain.
- (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 12, Sentence #121)
Book 31. (7 results) Conspirators of Gor (Context Quote)
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"They must eat," she said, "and sometimes, it seems, they want blood".
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119
At that moment we heard a movement, above us, as of a large body turning about, moving, on the roof.
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120
"Ah," said the Lady Bina, pleasantly, "Lord Grendel has returned".
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121
* * * * I was readying myself to return to the shop of Epicrates, with the two buckets, freshly filled, when I became aware of a shouting about, and I saw several citizens hurrying to join a cluster of others, gathered near the double doorway of an insula on Clive, not more than a hundred paces from the fountain.
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I saw a slave rushing past, hurrying away from the insula.
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"What is going on?" I cried.
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"A body!" she cried.
"They must eat," she said, "and sometimes, it seems, they want blood".
At that moment we heard a movement, above us, as of a large body turning about, moving, on the roof.
"Ah," said the Lady Bina, pleasantly, "Lord Grendel has returned".
* * * * I was readying myself to return to the shop of Epicrates, with the two buckets, freshly filled, when I became aware of a shouting about, and I saw several citizens hurrying to join a cluster of others, gathered near the double doorway of an insula on Clive, not more than a hundred paces from the fountain.
I saw a slave rushing past, hurrying away from the insula.
"What is going on?" I cried.
"A body!" she cried.
- (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 12)