Book 32. (1 results) Smugglers of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 46 | 47 | Suppose I managed to cross the river, and make my way south, what then? Had I then escaped, truly? Could I escape? I was even a barbarian, who might still be betrayed by her accent, and doubtless, indefinitely, by her ignorance of any number of things, such as customs, sayings, legends, stories, histories, festivals, and heroes. |
 |
Book 32. (7 results) Smugglers of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 46 | 44 | How could one be safe within it, unarmed, and unprotected? I did not even know how to make a fire. |
| 46 | 45 | Amongst those dark trees and shadows might lurk life forms, prowling and hungry. |
| 46 | 46 | I had escaped, yes, but into what had I escaped? Had something moved, in the darkness to my right? I hurried on. |
| 46 | 47 | Suppose I managed to cross the river, and make my way south, what then? Had I then escaped, truly? Could I escape? I was even a barbarian, who might still be betrayed by her accent, and doubtless, indefinitely, by her ignorance of any number of things, such as customs, sayings, legends, stories, histories, festivals, and heroes. |
| 46 | 48 | I touched the disrobing loop at my left shoulder, all that kept the tiny garment on me. |
| 46 | 49 | I touched my collar, which I could not remove. |
| 46 | 50 | And seared into my left thigh, just beneath the hip, was a small, lovely mark, a kef, which, to any who might gaze upon it, would show me kajira. |
|
How could one be safe within it, unarmed, and unprotected? I did not even know how to make a fire.
Amongst those dark trees and shadows might lurk life forms, prowling and hungry.
I had escaped, yes, but into what had I escaped? Had something moved, in the darkness to my right? I hurried on.
Suppose I managed to cross the river, and make my way south, what then? Had I then escaped, truly? Could I escape? I was even a barbarian, who might still be betrayed by her accent, and doubtless, indefinitely, by her ignorance of any number of things, such as customs, sayings, legends, stories, histories, festivals, and heroes.
I touched the disrobing loop at my left shoulder, all that kept the tiny garment on me.
I touched my collar, which I could not remove.
And seared into my left thigh, just beneath the hip, was a small, lovely mark, a kef, which, to any who might gaze upon it, would show me kajira.
- (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 46)