Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)
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8
631
It was now, perhaps, I hoped, that I might learn the answer to the riddles which had not ceased to disturb me, that I might learn the answer to the mystery of the message collar, perhaps the answer to the numerous mysteries which had attended it, and perhaps, at last, find some clue, as I had not yet with the wagons, to the whereabouts or fate of the doubtless golden spheroid that was or had been the last egg of Priest-Kings.
It was now, perhaps, I hoped, that I might learn the answer to the riddles which had not ceased to disturb me, that I might learn the answer to the mystery of the message collar, perhaps the answer to the numerous mysteries which had attended it, and perhaps, at last, find some clue, as I had not yet with the wagons, to the whereabouts or fate of the doubtless golden spheroid that was or had been the last egg of Priest-Kings.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 8, Sentence #631)
Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)
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8
628
I nodded.
8
629
The Wintering was done.
8
630
There would now be the third phase of the Omen Year, the Return to Turia.
8
631
It was now, perhaps, I hoped, that I might learn the answer to the riddles which had not ceased to disturb me, that I might learn the answer to the mystery of the message collar, perhaps the answer to the numerous mysteries which had attended it, and perhaps, at last, find some clue, as I had not yet with the wagons, to the whereabouts or fate of the doubtless golden spheroid that was or had been the last egg of Priest-Kings.
8
632
"I will take you to Turia," said Kamchak.
8
633
"Good," I said.
8
634
I had enjoyed the Wintering, but now it was done.
I nodded.
The Wintering was done.
There would now be the third phase of the Omen Year, the Return to Turia.
It was now, perhaps, I hoped, that I might learn the answer to the riddles which had not ceased to disturb me, that I might learn the answer to the mystery of the message collar, perhaps the answer to the numerous mysteries which had attended it, and perhaps, at last, find some clue, as I had not yet with the wagons, to the whereabouts or fate of the doubtless golden spheroid that was or had been the last egg of Priest-Kings.
"I will take you to Turia," said Kamchak.
"Good," I said.
I had enjoyed the Wintering, but now it was done.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 8)