Book 3. (1 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 8 | 84 | I resheathed my sword and wiped my face with the back of my forearm. |
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Book 3. (7 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 8 | 81 | "Don't!" she cried, kneeling there, her hands outstretched. |
| 8 | 82 | Six times the hilt of my sword struck against the sensors and six times there was a hissing pop like the explosion of hot glass and a bright shower of scarlet sparks. |
| 8 | 83 | The sensors had been shattered, their lenses broken and the wired apertures behind them a tangle of black, fused wire. |
| 8 | 84 | I resheathed my sword and wiped my face with the back of my forearm. |
| 8 | 85 | I could taste a little blood and knew that some of the fragments from the sensors had cut my face. |
| 8 | 86 | Vika knelt beside the couch numbly. |
| 8 | 87 | I smiled at her. |
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"Don't!" she cried, kneeling there, her hands outstretched.
Six times the hilt of my sword struck against the sensors and six times there was a hissing pop like the explosion of hot glass and a bright shower of scarlet sparks.
The sensors had been shattered, their lenses broken and the wired apertures behind them a tangle of black, fused wire.
I resheathed my sword and wiped my face with the back of my forearm.
I could taste a little blood and knew that some of the fragments from the sensors had cut my face.
Vika knelt beside the couch numbly.
I smiled at her.
- (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter 8)