Book 36. (1 results) Avengers of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 43 | 81 | "Trust no one," I said, easing my sword silently from its sheath, emerging from the tunnel, and thrusting the blade to his heart. |
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Book 36. (7 results) Avengers of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 43 | 78 | "Were you given a watchword?" asked the first man. |
| 43 | 79 | "I give you one now," I said. |
| 43 | 80 | "What is that?" asked the second man. |
| 43 | 81 | "Trust no one," I said, easing my sword silently from its sheath, emerging from the tunnel, and thrusting the blade to his heart. |
| 43 | 82 | The first man I caught by the ankle as he tried to climb from the ditch, pulled him back down, and cut him across the back of the neck, swiftly and cleanly, no deeper than necessary, a warrior's stroke. |
| 43 | 83 | At the same time I was peripherally aware that the third man had drawn his sword and was rushing toward me. |
| 43 | 84 | I had expected him to run, which would have been his best option, in which case I would pursue him for a pace or two and launch my sword with an overhand hilt cast, hoping, if all went well, to penetrate his back below the left shoulder blade, after which one would hope to draw out the sword, turn the body, and plunge it in again. |
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"Were you given a watchword?" asked the first man.
"I give you one now," I said.
"What is that?" asked the second man.
"Trust no one," I said, easing my sword silently from its sheath, emerging from the tunnel, and thrusting the blade to his heart.
The first man I caught by the ankle as he tried to climb from the ditch, pulled him back down, and cut him across the back of the neck, swiftly and cleanly, no deeper than necessary, a warrior's stroke.
At the same time I was peripherally aware that the third man had drawn his sword and was rushing toward me.
I had expected him to run, which would have been his best option, in which case I would pursue him for a pace or two and launch my sword with an overhand hilt cast, hoping, if all went well, to penetrate his back below the left shoulder blade, after which one would hope to draw out the sword, turn the body, and plunge it in again.
- (Avengers of Gor, Chapter 43)