Book 8. (1 results) Hunters of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 3 | 14 | From within a nearby paga tavern I heard the sounds of musicians. |
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Book 8. (7 results) Hunters of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 3 | 11 | I saw a blond giant from Torvaldsland, with braided hair, in shaggy jacket; a merchant from Tyros, hurrying, perfumed and sleek; seamen from Cos, and Port Kar, mortal enemies, yet passing one another without thought in the streets of Lydius; a black woman, veiled in yellow, borne in a palanquin by eight black warriors, perhaps from as far south as Anango or Ianda; two hunters, perhaps from Ar, cowled in the heads of forest panthers; a wood cutter from one of the villages north of Lydius, his sticks bound on his back; a peasant, from south of the Laurius, with a basket of suls; an intent, preoccupied scribe, lean and clad in the scribe's blue, with a scroll, perhaps come north for high fees to tutor the sons of rich men; a brown-clad, hearty fellow from Laura, some two hundred pasangs upriver; a slaver, with the medallion of Ar over his robes; two blond slave girls, clad in brief white, bells on their left ankles, walking together and laughing, speaking in the accents of Thentis; I saw even a warrior of the Tuchuks, from the distant, treeless plains of the south, though I did not know him; it was not by the epicanthic fold that I recognized him; it was by the courage scars, high on his angular cheekbones. |
| 3 | 12 | I overheard an argument, between a seller of vegetables and two low-caste women, in simple robes of concealment. |
| 3 | 13 | Elsewhere I heard a vendor of pastries crying his wares. |
| 3 | 14 | From within a nearby paga tavern I heard the sounds of musicians. |
| 3 | 15 | A physician, in his green robes, hurried past. |
| 3 | 16 | And I could smell the sea, Thassa, and the intermingling of the Laurius, with its fresh water, feeding into gleaming Thassa. |
| 3 | 17 | I could smell tharlarion, and fish. |
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I saw a blond giant from Torvaldsland, with braided hair, in shaggy jacket; a merchant from Tyros, hurrying, perfumed and sleek; seamen from Cos, and Port Kar, mortal enemies, yet passing one another without thought in the streets of Lydius; a black woman, veiled in yellow, borne in a palanquin by eight black warriors, perhaps from as far south as Anango or Ianda; two hunters, perhaps from Ar, cowled in the heads of forest panthers; a wood cutter from one of the villages north of Lydius, his sticks bound on his back; a peasant, from south of the Laurius, with a basket of suls; an intent, preoccupied scribe, lean and clad in the scribe's blue, with a scroll, perhaps come north for high fees to tutor the sons of rich men; a brown-clad, hearty fellow from Laura, some two hundred pasangs upriver; a slaver, with the medallion of Ar over his robes; two blond slave girls, clad in brief white, bells on their left ankles, walking together and laughing, speaking in the accents of Thentis; I saw even a warrior of the Tuchuks, from the distant, treeless plains of the south, though I did not know him; it was not by the epicanthic fold that I recognized him; it was by the courage scars, high on his angular cheekbones.
I overheard an argument, between a seller of vegetables and two low-caste women, in simple robes of concealment.
Elsewhere I heard a vendor of pastries crying his wares.
From within a nearby paga tavern I heard the sounds of musicians.
A physician, in his green robes, hurried past.
And I could smell the sea, Thassa, and the intermingling of the Laurius, with its fresh water, feeding into gleaming Thassa.
I could smell tharlarion, and fish.
- (Hunters of Gor, Chapter 3)