Book 3. (1 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 23 | 48 | I held my sword in my right hand and the Mul-Torch in my left. |
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Book 3. (7 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 23 | 45 | As I did so I seemed almost to hear a silent, horrible, pleading shriek but there was of course no sound. |
| 23 | 46 | I returned and held the torch and her body was the same as before, the eyes fixed with the same expression of frozen horror, so I left the chamber. |
| 23 | 47 | I continued to search the stony passages of the tunnels of the Golden Beetle but I saw no sign of the creature. |
| 23 | 48 | I held my sword in my right hand and the Mul-Torch in my left. |
| 23 | 49 | When I made a turn I would take the hilt of the sword, in order to protect the blade, and scratch a small sign indicating the direction from which I had come. |
| 23 | 50 | It was a long, eerie search, in the blue light of the Mul-Torch, thrusting it into one crevice and another, trying one passage and then the next. |
| 23 | 51 | As I wandered through these passages my sorrow for Vika of Treve struggled with my hatred for the Golden Beetle until I forced myself to clear my head of emotion and concentrate on the task at hand. |
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As I did so I seemed almost to hear a silent, horrible, pleading shriek but there was of course no sound.
I returned and held the torch and her body was the same as before, the eyes fixed with the same expression of frozen horror, so I left the chamber.
I continued to search the stony passages of the tunnels of the Golden Beetle but I saw no sign of the creature.
I held my sword in my right hand and the Mul-Torch in my left.
When I made a turn I would take the hilt of the sword, in order to protect the blade, and scratch a small sign indicating the direction from which I had come.
It was a long, eerie search, in the blue light of the Mul-Torch, thrusting it into one crevice and another, trying one passage and then the next.
As I wandered through these passages my sorrow for Vika of Treve struggled with my hatred for the Golden Beetle until I forced myself to clear my head of emotion and concentrate on the task at hand.
- (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter 23)