Book 3. (7 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 22 | 188 | "And I, Tarl Cabot," he said, "wish you well". |
| 22 | 189 | And we turned, the Priest-King and I, and went our separate ways. |
| 23 | 1 | I Find Vika I gathered that I had arrived too late to save Vika of Treve. |
| 23 | 2 | Deep in the unlit tunnels of the Golden beetle, those unadorned, tortuous passages through the solid rock, I came upon her body. |
| 23 | 3 | I held the Mul-Torch over my head and beheld the foul cavern in which she lay on a bedding of soiled mosses and stems. |
| 23 | 4 | She wore only brief rags, the remains of her once long and beautiful garment, torn and stained by what must have been her terrified flight through these dark, rocky tunnels, running, stumbling, screaming, futilely trying to escape the pursuing jaws of the implacable Golden beetle. |
| 23 | 5 | Her throat, I was pleased to see, no longer wore the collar of a slave. |
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"And I, Tarl Cabot," he said, "wish you well".
And we turned, the Priest-King and I, and went our separate ways.
I Find Vika I gathered that I had arrived too late to save Vika of Treve.
Deep in the unlit tunnels of the Golden beetle, those unadorned, tortuous passages through the solid rock, I came upon her body.
I held the Mul-Torch over my head and beheld the foul cavern in which she lay on a bedding of soiled mosses and stems.
She wore only brief rags, the remains of her once long and beautiful garment, torn and stained by what must have been her terrified flight through these dark, rocky tunnels, running, stumbling, screaming, futilely trying to escape the pursuing jaws of the implacable Golden beetle.
Her throat, I was pleased to see, no longer wore the collar of a slave.
- (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter )