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Book 11. (1 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Individual Quote)

When the basket dropped from the parapet toward the courtyard we screamed, frightened, but then it swung below the tarn, and we felt ourselves being lifted high into the air, as though toward the moons of Gor themselves. - (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 12, Sentence #878)
Chapter # Sentence # Quote
12 878 When the basket dropped from the parapet toward the courtyard we screamed, frightened, but then it swung below the tarn, and we felt ourselves being lifted high into the air, as though toward the moons of Gor themselves.

Book 11. (7 results) Slave Girl of Gor (Context Quote)

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12 875 If one had stood upon the parapet surely one would have been hurled in its blasts to the courtyard below.
12 876 There had been a moment of slack and then the lines on the basket had drawn taut.
12 877 Our tarnsman drew the basket over the courtyard and, gaining altitude there, then departed the walls of the keep, following the others.
12 878 When the basket dropped from the parapet toward the courtyard we screamed, frightened, but then it swung below the tarn, and we felt ourselves being lifted high into the air, as though toward the moons of Gor themselves.
12 879 I wondered how many slave girls, helpless and bound, a tiny silver leaf dangling from their ear, had been carried by the men of Treve in this basket, and how many more in the future would find themselves its captive.
12 880 I could see the keep of Stones of Turmus in flames, dropping away below us.
13 1 I am Publicly Auctioned The sheet was ripped from me.
If one had stood upon the parapet surely one would have been hurled in its blasts to the courtyard below. There had been a moment of slack and then the lines on the basket had drawn taut. Our tarnsman drew the basket over the courtyard and, gaining altitude there, then departed the walls of the keep, following the others. When the basket dropped from the parapet toward the courtyard we screamed, frightened, but then it swung below the tarn, and we felt ourselves being lifted high into the air, as though toward the moons of Gor themselves. I wondered how many slave girls, helpless and bound, a tiny silver leaf dangling from their ear, had been carried by the men of Treve in this basket, and how many more in the future would find themselves its captive. I could see the keep of Stones of Turmus in flames, dropping away below us. I am Publicly Auctioned The sheet was ripped from me. - (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 12)