Book 35. (1 results) Quarry of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 38 | 136 | "Do you not know who I am? I am Dorna, Dorna the Proud, first of the Silver Masks of Tharna! You will be roasted alive on spits, and your flesh cast to sleen! You will be thrown alive to leech plants! You will be fed to tharlarion, boiled in honey, caged with starving urts!" "Take her to her cell," had said Florian. |
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Book 35. (7 results) Quarry of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 38 | 133 | As mentioned, it had come as a great surprise to me to discover that she whom I had taken to be the Lady Dorna of Tharna, when her hooding and veils were torn aside, and her robes pulled down to her shoulders, was collared. |
| 38 | 134 | She, in fury, standing amongst the men, lost no time in drawing her robes up, again, about her throat, and rearranging her hooding and veils. |
| 38 | 135 | "Free me, return me to my domicile, instantly," she said. |
| 38 | 136 | "Do you not know who I am? I am Dorna, Dorna the Proud, first of the Silver Masks of Tharna! You will be roasted alive on spits, and your flesh cast to sleen! You will be thrown alive to leech plants! You will be fed to tharlarion, boiled in honey, caged with starving urts!" "Take her to her cell," had said Florian. |
| 38 | 137 | I was one of three slaves who had been assigned to attend the prisoner. |
| 38 | 138 | Dorna's cell was comfortable, if not large: it was well-lit, and airy. |
| 38 | 139 | It was on the fifth floor of the holding. |
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As mentioned, it had come as a great surprise to me to discover that she whom I had taken to be the Lady Dorna of Tharna, when her hooding and veils were torn aside, and her robes pulled down to her shoulders, was collared.
She, in fury, standing amongst the men, lost no time in drawing her robes up, again, about her throat, and rearranging her hooding and veils.
"Free me, return me to my domicile, instantly," she said.
"Do you not know who I am? I am Dorna, Dorna the Proud, first of the Silver Masks of Tharna! You will be roasted alive on spits, and your flesh cast to sleen! You will be thrown alive to leech plants! You will be fed to tharlarion, boiled in honey, caged with starving urts!" "Take her to her cell," had said Florian.
I was one of three slaves who had been assigned to attend the prisoner.
Dorna's cell was comfortable, if not large: it was well-lit, and airy.
It was on the fifth floor of the holding.
- (Quarry of Gor, Chapter 38)