Book 10. (1 results) Tribesmen of Gor (Individual Quote)
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Quote
14
513
How should one want more, save perhaps health and honor, and a woman, slave at one's feet? I marched onward again, brushing through feeding zads, once more toward Klima.
How should one want more, save perhaps health and honor, and a woman, slave at one's feet? I marched onward again, brushing through feeding zads, once more toward Klima.
- (Tribesmen of Gor, Chapter 14, Sentence #513)
Book 10. (7 results) Tribesmen of Gor (Context Quote)
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14
510
No longer did I object to the salt in my flesh, the heat.
14
511
It was enough that I lived.
14
512
How foolish it seemed then, suddenly, that one should want more.
14
513
How should one want more, save perhaps health and honor, and a woman, slave at one's feet? I marched onward again, brushing through feeding zads, once more toward Klima.
14
514
I hummed to myself a simple tune, a tune I had never forgotten, a warrior tune from the northern city of Ko-ro-ba.
14
515
* * * * Four days later, on a crest, the voice again called "Hold!" and the chain held.
14
516
"Do not kill us! Do not kill us!" screamed a voice.
No longer did I object to the salt in my flesh, the heat.
It was enough that I lived.
How foolish it seemed then, suddenly, that one should want more.
How should one want more, save perhaps health and honor, and a woman, slave at one's feet? I marched onward again, brushing through feeding zads, once more toward Klima.
I hummed to myself a simple tune, a tune I had never forgotten, a warrior tune from the northern city of Ko-ro-ba.
* * * * Four days later, on a crest, the voice again called "Hold!" and the chain held.
"Do not kill us! Do not kill us!" screamed a voice.
- (Tribesmen of Gor, Chapter 14)