Book 7. (1 results) Captive of Gor (Individual Quote)
Chapter #
Sentence #
Quote
15
1180
She was not clad in a bit of silk, a touch of cosmetics, a scent of perfume and the bells of a slave.
She was not clad in a bit of silk, a touch of cosmetics, a scent of perfume and the bells of a slave.
- (Captive of Gor, Chapter 15, Sentence #1180)
Book 7. (7 results) Captive of Gor (Context Quote)
Chapter #
Sentence #
Quote
15
1177
At the head of the feast sat the magnificent Rask of Treve, in his victory.
15
1178
At his side, cross-legged, sat Verna, the panther girl, who was served by we girls as might have been a warrior.
15
1179
How I envied her her freedom, her beauty, her pride, and even the simple opacity of the brief garment she wore.
15
1180
She was not clad in a bit of silk, a touch of cosmetics, a scent of perfume and the bells of a slave.
15
1181
The man whom I had served wine reached clumsily for me.
15
1182
"I am white silk!" I cried, shrinking back.
15
1183
"Wine!" cried the other man.
At the head of the feast sat the magnificent Rask of Treve, in his victory.
At his side, cross-legged, sat Verna, the panther girl, who was served by we girls as might have been a warrior.
How I envied her her freedom, her beauty, her pride, and even the simple opacity of the brief garment she wore.
She was not clad in a bit of silk, a touch of cosmetics, a scent of perfume and the bells of a slave.
The man whom I had served wine reached clumsily for me.
"I am white silk!" I cried, shrinking back.
"Wine!" cried the other man.
- (Captive of Gor, Chapter 15)