Book 35. (7 results) Quarry of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 41 | 190 | The haste and vigor with which this was done made us fear that our throats might be cut. |
| 41 | 191 | Then, to the side, from another portal, emerged another man, short-tunicked, sword in hand, wearing a red scarf. |
| 41 | 192 | I gasped. |
| 41 | 193 | It was Addison Steele! Why was I startled? Was it not to be expected? Was he not a minion of Pa-kur? Had he not been present, in the retinue of Pa-kur, at the interview with the metal monster in the marshes? Had he not been present in the apartment of Dorna the Proud, an ally of Pa-kur, when I had been so terrorized and discomfited, when I had suffered in the tunic of fire, when I had been forced to breathe in the noxious, harrowing, penetrating fumes of truth? But, too, he had been enleagued, it seemed, with he who called himself Bruno of Torcadino, surely a rival to the schemes of Pa-kur and his colleagues. |
| 41 | 194 | Was his heart then not for hire? Did I not know him as duplicitous and faithless, as venal and untrustworthy? How easily he might turn his coat! How I hated him! How I loathed and despised him! And I wanted so much to be chained at his feet! One of the fellows who had entered the corridor with the men bearing loot, he perhaps first amongst them, looked up from the rope he had just severed, that which had neck-confined Ianthe. |
| 41 | 195 | "Welcome," he shouted, and then he said, warningly, "but beware. |
| 41 | 196 | Do not challenge us. |
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The haste and vigor with which this was done made us fear that our throats might be cut.
Then, to the side, from another portal, emerged another man, short-tunicked, sword in hand, wearing a red scarf.
I gasped.
It was Addison Steele! Why was I startled? Was it not to be expected? Was he not a minion of Pa-kur? Had he not been present, in the retinue of Pa-kur, at the interview with the metal monster in the marshes? Had he not been present in the apartment of Dorna the Proud, an ally of Pa-kur, when I had been so terrorized and discomfited, when I had suffered in the tunic of fire, when I had been forced to breathe in the noxious, harrowing, penetrating fumes of truth? But, too, he had been enleagued, it seemed, with he who called himself Bruno of Torcadino, surely a rival to the schemes of Pa-kur and his colleagues.
Was his heart then not for hire? Did I not know him as duplicitous and faithless, as venal and untrustworthy? How easily he might turn his coat! How I hated him! How I loathed and despised him! And I wanted so much to be chained at his feet! One of the fellows who had entered the corridor with the men bearing loot, he perhaps first amongst them, looked up from the rope he had just severed, that which had neck-confined Ianthe.
"Welcome," he shouted, and then he said, warningly, "but beware.
Do not challenge us.
- (Quarry of Gor, Chapter )