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Book 32. (1 results) Smugglers of Gor (Individual Quote)

Also, he might, without a second thought, put the liar's brand in my thigh, marking me as a mendacious kajira. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 52, Sentence #971)
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52 971 Also, he might, without a second thought, put the liar's brand in my thigh, marking me as a mendacious kajira.

Book 32. (7 results) Smugglers of Gor (Context Quote)

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52 968 "My master is no fool," I said.
52 969 I had long sensed he was a man not only of formidable size and strength, and virility, and desire, but of formidable intellect, as well.
52 970 I would have been frightened to lie to him, not simply because I was a slave but because I had the sense I would be helplessly transparent to him, that he could simply look through me and immediately discern in me the least particle of deceit or dissimulation.
52 971 Also, he might, without a second thought, put the liar's brand in my thigh, marking me as a mendacious kajira.
52 972 The tarnsman drew on one of the straps, threaded through its ring, and the huge bird screamed, and smote the air with those great wings, scattering sand and pebbles about, and was into the air, low, several feet over the river.
52 973 "No," said my master, "a fool! Did you not see he carried, slung at the saddle, a crossbow, and quarrels?" "I did not notice," I said.
52 974 "If our tarnsmen had been about," he said, "that fellow could not have come within fifty pasangs of Shipcamp.
"My master is no fool," I said. I had long sensed he was a man not only of formidable size and strength, and virility, and desire, but of formidable intellect, as well. I would have been frightened to lie to him, not simply because I was a slave but because I had the sense I would be helplessly transparent to him, that he could simply look through me and immediately discern in me the least particle of deceit or dissimulation. Also, he might, without a second thought, put the liar's brand in my thigh, marking me as a mendacious kajira. The tarnsman drew on one of the straps, threaded through its ring, and the huge bird screamed, and smote the air with those great wings, scattering sand and pebbles about, and was into the air, low, several feet over the river. "No," said my master, "a fool! Did you not see he carried, slung at the saddle, a crossbow, and quarrels?" "I did not notice," I said. "If our tarnsmen had been about," he said, "that fellow could not have come within fifty pasangs of Shipcamp. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 52)