Book 9. (1 results) Marauders of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 1 | 482 | I had not brought her back in my collar, to serve my pleasures. |
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Book 9. (7 results) Marauders of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 1 | 479 | The girl Elizabeth Cardwell, once a secretary in New York City, was one of the most delicious little wenches I had ever seen in slave silk. |
| 1 | 480 | Her thigh bore the brand of the four bosk horns. |
| 1 | 481 | No, I had not treated her as would have a true Gorean. |
| 1 | 482 | I had not brought her back in my collar, to serve my pleasures. |
| 1 | 483 | And, too, I knew that I had, in the fevered delirium attendant on my wounds, when I lay in the stern castle of the Tesephone, cried out her name. |
| 1 | 484 | This had shamed me, and was weakness. |
| 1 | 485 | Though I was half motionless, though I could not close the fingers of my left hand, I resolved that I must burn from myself the vestiges of weakness. |
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The girl Elizabeth Cardwell, once a secretary in New York City, was one of the most delicious little wenches I had ever seen in slave silk.
Her thigh bore the brand of the four bosk horns.
No, I had not treated her as would have a true Gorean.
I had not brought her back in my collar, to serve my pleasures.
And, too, I knew that I had, in the fevered delirium attendant on my wounds, when I lay in the stern castle of the Tesephone, cried out her name.
This had shamed me, and was weakness.
Though I was half motionless, though I could not close the fingers of my left hand, I resolved that I must burn from myself the vestiges of weakness.
- (Marauders of Gor, Chapter 1)