Book 4. (1 results) Nomads of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 16 | 155 | The man's hand went white on the quiva, and I feared he might leap to his feet and thrust the quiva to its hilt in the breast of the tuchuk youth. |
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Book 4. (7 results) Nomads of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 16 | 152 | "Who is the traitor to the Wagon Peoples?" asked Harold. |
| 16 | 153 | The man in the hood stiffened. |
| 16 | 154 | "Of course," said Harold, "I see now—the quiva—he is Paravaci, naturally". |
| 16 | 155 | The man's hand went white on the quiva, and I feared he might leap to his feet and thrust the quiva to its hilt in the breast of the tuchuk youth. |
| 16 | 156 | "I have often wondered," said Harold, "where the Paravaci obtained their riches". |
| 16 | 157 | With a cry of rage the hooded figure leaped to his feet, quiva raised. |
| 16 | 158 | "Please," said Saphrar, lifting his small fat hand. |
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"Who is the traitor to the Wagon Peoples?" asked Harold.
The man in the hood stiffened.
"Of course," said Harold, "I see now—the quiva—he is Paravaci, naturally".
The man's hand went white on the quiva, and I feared he might leap to his feet and thrust the quiva to its hilt in the breast of the tuchuk youth.
"I have often wondered," said Harold, "where the Paravaci obtained their riches".
With a cry of rage the hooded figure leaped to his feet, quiva raised.
"Please," said Saphrar, lifting his small fat hand.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter 16)