Book 35. (7 results) Quarry of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 32 | 14 | He could even have had me hooded. |
| 32 | 15 | What had he to fear? But, of course, if all went well, I might have been recognized, certainly at the Golden Chain, did he patronize it, or I could have, in some way, surely at the Golden Chain, did he wish to recruit within it, even at the risk of the lash, called attention to myself, created some commotion, enough to warrant an inquiry. |
| 32 | 16 | Then Bruno of Torcadino might have been detained and questioned, and I, pending the outcome of an investigation, could have been seized and returned to the security of my cage. |
| 32 | 17 | I was sure the tavern's legal claim to me would be upheld by the scribes of the law. |
| 32 | 18 | But now these trembling, glowing possibilities, as tenuous and uncertain as they might be, had closed their wings and were still. |
| 32 | 19 | I rolled to my back, arching my spine, and stared angrily at the ceiling, and then, uncomfortable, was going to turn to my side once more when I stopped, moving not a muscle. |
| 32 | 20 | The ceiling white, ill-painted, and cracked, flickered in the light of the tiny tharlarion oil lamp to the side, the single source of illumination in the apartment. |
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He could even have had me hooded.
What had he to fear? But, of course, if all went well, I might have been recognized, certainly at the Golden Chain, did he patronize it, or I could have, in some way, surely at the Golden Chain, did he wish to recruit within it, even at the risk of the lash, called attention to myself, created some commotion, enough to warrant an inquiry.
Then Bruno of Torcadino might have been detained and questioned, and I, pending the outcome of an investigation, could have been seized and returned to the security of my cage.
I was sure the tavern's legal claim to me would be upheld by the scribes of the law.
But now these trembling, glowing possibilities, as tenuous and uncertain as they might be, had closed their wings and were still.
I rolled to my back, arching my spine, and stared angrily at the ceiling, and then, uncomfortable, was going to turn to my side once more when I stopped, moving not a muscle.
The ceiling white, ill-painted, and cracked, flickered in the light of the tiny tharlarion oil lamp to the side, the single source of illumination in the apartment.
- (Quarry of Gor, Chapter )