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Book 5. (1 results) Assassin of Gor (Individual Quote)

Some startled slaves leaped up, each chained by one ankle to her ring; but most slept, drunk; one or two, too drunk to notice me, were sitting against the wall, their left ankles chained to their slave rings, a bottle of Ka-la-na in their grasp, their hair falling forward. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 18, Sentence #316)
Chapter # Sentence # Quote
18 316 Some startled slaves leaped up, each chained by one ankle to her ring; but most slept, drunk; one or two, too drunk to notice me, were sitting against the wall, their left ankles chained to their slave rings, a bottle of Ka-la-na in their grasp, their hair falling forward.

Book 5. (7 results) Assassin of Gor (Context Quote)

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
18 313 You, Killer, would not make a Player.
18 314 Brave Caprus.
18 315 I turned suddenly into the kitchen in which the food for the hall of Cernus is prepared.
18 316 Some startled slaves leaped up, each chained by one ankle to her ring; but most slept, drunk; one or two, too drunk to notice me, were sitting against the wall, their left ankles chained to their slave rings, a bottle of Ka-la-na in their grasp, their hair falling forward.
18 317 "Where is the paga?" I demanded of one of the girls.
18 318 Startled, I saw, now that she stood forth from the shadows, that she had no nose.
18 319 "There, Master!" said she, pointing to a basket of bottles under the large cutting table in the center of the room.
You, Killer, would not make a Player. Brave Caprus. I turned suddenly into the kitchen in which the food for the hall of Cernus is prepared. Some startled slaves leaped up, each chained by one ankle to her ring; but most slept, drunk; one or two, too drunk to notice me, were sitting against the wall, their left ankles chained to their slave rings, a bottle of Ka-la-na in their grasp, their hair falling forward. "Where is the paga?" I demanded of one of the girls. Startled, I saw, now that she stood forth from the shadows, that she had no nose. "There, Master!" said she, pointing to a basket of bottles under the large cutting table in the center of the room. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 18)