Book 7. (1 results) Captive of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 13 | 318 | There were small birds about, and I saw a scurrying brush urt, flowers, even a lovely, yellowish tabuk fawn. |
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Book 7. (7 results) Captive of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 13 | 315 | We had seen no more torches, following us in the night. |
| 13 | 316 | We had again escaped. |
| 13 | 317 | Swinging the loop of binding fiber, I walked along the trail. |
| 13 | 318 | There were small birds about, and I saw a scurrying brush urt, flowers, even a lovely, yellowish tabuk fawn. |
| 13 | 319 | I crossed two tiny streams. |
| 13 | 320 | Suddenly I stopped, terrified. |
| 13 | 321 | I heard the sound of a man's voice. |
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We had seen no more torches, following us in the night.
We had again escaped.
Swinging the loop of binding fiber, I walked along the trail.
There were small birds about, and I saw a scurrying brush urt, flowers, even a lovely, yellowish tabuk fawn.
I crossed two tiny streams.
Suddenly I stopped, terrified.
I heard the sound of a man's voice.
- (Captive of Gor, Chapter 13)