Book 34. (1 results) Plunder of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 60 | 25 | Neither Drusus Andronicus nor Tyrtaios, on the other hand, appeared to have shared in that amiable brew, that "gift of the Life Daughter," tawny, high-growing, flowing-in-the-wind sa-tarna, so readily available about. |
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Book 34. (7 results) Plunder of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 60 | 22 | I saw no sign that the two Kurii in the box with Decius Albus had shared in the conviviality, the signs of which were so obvious amongst their cohorts. |
| 60 | 23 | Decius Albus seemed expansive, pleasant, jovial, and communicative, almost obsequious, in addressing himself, via their translators, to the two crouching, hirsute guests with whom he shared the honor of his box. |
| 60 | 24 | From his appearance and deportment, I suspected that he himself had not proved immune to the charms of the vat. |
| 60 | 25 | Neither Drusus Andronicus nor Tyrtaios, on the other hand, appeared to have shared in that amiable brew, that "gift of the Life Daughter," tawny, high-growing, flowing-in-the-wind sa-tarna, so readily available about. |
| 60 | 26 | One was of the Warriors, one was of the Assassins. |
| 60 | 27 | Neither will drink freely, when unaware of what might be at their elbow. |
| 60 | 28 | When we had rushed forth, crowded together, fearing the irons, it had taken us but a moment to register, and react to, the carnage into which we had been introduced. |
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I saw no sign that the two Kurii in the box with Decius Albus had shared in the conviviality, the signs of which were so obvious amongst their cohorts.
Decius Albus seemed expansive, pleasant, jovial, and communicative, almost obsequious, in addressing himself, via their translators, to the two crouching, hirsute guests with whom he shared the honor of his box.
From his appearance and deportment, I suspected that he himself had not proved immune to the charms of the vat.
Neither Drusus Andronicus nor Tyrtaios, on the other hand, appeared to have shared in that amiable brew, that "gift of the Life Daughter," tawny, high-growing, flowing-in-the-wind sa-tarna, so readily available about.
One was of the Warriors, one was of the Assassins.
Neither will drink freely, when unaware of what might be at their elbow.
When we had rushed forth, crowded together, fearing the irons, it had taken us but a moment to register, and react to, the carnage into which we had been introduced.
- (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 60)