Book 34. (1 results) Plunder of Gor (Individual Quote)
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50
8
Still, it was terrifying, to see the wildness in her eyes, the glistening saliva at her fangs, the outstretched limb with its clawed tentaclelike digits scratching in the air, reaching for me, hearing that horrid bestial noise, half shriek and snarl, of rage and hatred.
Still, it was terrifying, to see the wildness in her eyes, the glistening saliva at her fangs, the outstretched limb with its clawed tentaclelike digits scratching in the air, reaching for me, hearing that horrid bestial noise, half shriek and snarl, of rage and hatred.
- (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 50, Sentence #8)
Book 34. (7 results) Plunder of Gor (Context Quote)
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Quote
50
5
She howled in frustration.
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6
She then suddenly thrust her right forelimb between the bars, claws out, like hooks, and I leaped back, with a cry of fear, away from the bars.
50
7
To be sure, I had judged the distance earlier, and would not, by any means, have placed myself within her reach.
50
8
Still, it was terrifying, to see the wildness in her eyes, the glistening saliva at her fangs, the outstretched limb with its clawed tentaclelike digits scratching in the air, reaching for me, hearing that horrid bestial noise, half shriek and snarl, of rage and hatred.
50
9
Lord Grendel, crouching in the Kur fashion, was nearby.
50
10
He kept his eyes on Lyris.
50
11
His translator, on its chain, was slung about his neck.
She howled in frustration.
She then suddenly thrust her right forelimb between the bars, claws out, like hooks, and I leaped back, with a cry of fear, away from the bars.
To be sure, I had judged the distance earlier, and would not, by any means, have placed myself within her reach.
Still, it was terrifying, to see the wildness in her eyes, the glistening saliva at her fangs, the outstretched limb with its clawed tentaclelike digits scratching in the air, reaching for me, hearing that horrid bestial noise, half shriek and snarl, of rage and hatred.
Lord Grendel, crouching in the Kur fashion, was nearby.
He kept his eyes on Lyris.
His translator, on its chain, was slung about his neck.
- (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 50)