Book 3. (1 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 34 | 3 | Once again I saw that strong, lined face, that square jaw, that wild, flowing mane of fiery hair so much like my own, that spare, ready frame, those gray eyes, now rimmed with tears. |
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Book 3. (7 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 33 | 167 | They parted, and Vika and I walked between them, and through the ruined gate and palisade which had once encircled the Sardar. |
| 34 | 1 | Men of Ko-ro-ba "My father!" I cried. |
| 34 | 2 | "My father!" I rushed to the arms of Matthew Cabot who, weeping, caught me in his arms and held me as though he might never let me go. |
| 34 | 3 | Once again I saw that strong, lined face, that square jaw, that wild, flowing mane of fiery hair so much like my own, that spare, ready frame, those gray eyes, now rimmed with tears. |
| 34 | 4 | I felt a sudden blow on my back and nearly lost my breath and twisted to see the gigantic, brawny Older Tarl, my former Master at Arms, who clapped me on the shoulders, his hands like the talons of tarns. |
| 34 | 5 | There was a tugging at my sleeve and a blubbering and I looked down and nearly poked a scroll in my eye which was carried by the small blue-clad figure at my side. |
| 34 | 6 | "Torm!" I cried. |
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They parted, and Vika and I walked between them, and through the ruined gate and palisade which had once encircled the Sardar.
Men of Ko-ro-ba "My father!" I cried.
"My father!" I rushed to the arms of Matthew Cabot who, weeping, caught me in his arms and held me as though he might never let me go.
Once again I saw that strong, lined face, that square jaw, that wild, flowing mane of fiery hair so much like my own, that spare, ready frame, those gray eyes, now rimmed with tears.
I felt a sudden blow on my back and nearly lost my breath and twisted to see the gigantic, brawny Older Tarl, my former Master at Arms, who clapped me on the shoulders, his hands like the talons of tarns.
There was a tugging at my sleeve and a blubbering and I looked down and nearly poked a scroll in my eye which was carried by the small blue-clad figure at my side.
"Torm!" I cried.
- (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter 34)