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Book 1. (1 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Individual Quote)

She was nothing now but the abominated daughter of the villain in whose reign the Home Stone, the Luck of Ar, had been stolen. - (Tarnsman of Gor, Chapter 8, Sentence #18)
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8 18 She was nothing now but the abominated daughter of the villain in whose reign the home stone, the Luck of Ar, had been stolen.

Book 1. (7 results) Tarnsman of Gor (Context Quote)

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8 15 Unresisting, the girl extended her wrists, and the soldier snapped slave bracelets on them—light, restraining bracelets of gold and blue stones that might have served as jewelry if it had not been for their function.
8 16 She seemed unable to speak.
8 17 In a moment her world had crumbled.
8 18 She was nothing now but the abominated daughter of the villain in whose reign the home stone, the Luck of Ar, had been stolen.
8 19 Now she, like all other members of the household of Marlenus, slave or free, would be subjected to the vengeance of the outraged citizens, citizens who had marched in the processions of the Ubar in the days of his glory, carrying flasks of Ka-la-na wine and sheaves of Sa-Tarna grain, singing his praises in the melodious litanies of Gor.
8 20 "I am the one who stole the home stone," I said.
8 21 The officer prodded me with the sword.
Unresisting, the girl extended her wrists, and the soldier snapped slave bracelets on them—light, restraining bracelets of gold and blue stones that might have served as jewelry if it had not been for their function. She seemed unable to speak. In a moment her world had crumbled. She was nothing now but the abominated daughter of the villain in whose reign the home stone, the Luck of Ar, had been stolen. Now she, like all other members of the household of Marlenus, slave or free, would be subjected to the vengeance of the outraged citizens, citizens who had marched in the processions of the Ubar in the days of his glory, carrying flasks of Ka-la-na wine and sheaves of Sa-Tarna grain, singing his praises in the melodious litanies of Gor. "I am the one who stole the home stone," I said. The officer prodded me with the sword. - (Tarnsman of Gor, Chapter 8)