Book 32. (1 results) Smugglers of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 25 | 132 | No, I had not forgotten slave wine. |
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Book 32. (7 results) Smugglers of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 25 | 129 | My lungs cried out for air. |
| 25 | 130 | I must breathe, but to do so the beverage must first be swallowed. |
| 25 | 131 | I did so. |
| 25 | 132 | No, I had not forgotten slave wine. |
| 25 | 133 | It is brewed from the sip root. |
| 25 | 134 | Relia had told me that in the vast grasslands far to the east, the Barrens, the white slaves of red masters must chew and swallow the root raw. |
| 25 | 135 | I spat again into the dirt. |
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My lungs cried out for air.
I must breathe, but to do so the beverage must first be swallowed.
I did so.
No, I had not forgotten slave wine.
It is brewed from the sip root.
Relia had told me that in the vast grasslands far to the east, the Barrens, the white slaves of red masters must chew and swallow the root raw.
I spat again into the dirt.
- (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 25)