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Book 28. (1 results) Kur of Gor (Individual Quote)

"Remember the Lady Bina," Lord Grendel had whispered to the fallen, shuddering Kur, and then he had straightened up, and backed away, and lifted his head to the far ceiling of the world and howled, as a primeval Kur might have howled, a cry of rage, of hatred, of victory, and satisfaction. - (Kur of Gor, Chapter 78, Sentence #160)
Chapter # Sentence # Quote
78 160 "Remember the Lady bina," Lord Grendel had whispered to the fallen, shuddering Kur, and then he had straightened up, and backed away, and lifted his head to the far ceiling of the world and howled, as a primeval Kur might have howled, a cry of rage, of hatred, of victory, and satisfaction.

Book 28. (7 results) Kur of Gor (Context Quote)

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
78 157 "What are Priest-Kings to me?" he asked.
78 158 Flavion was piteously begging to be slain, but Lord Grendel put aside his reddened ax, and put his large, fanged mouth close to the left ear of Flavion.
78 159 Cabot's translator barely registered what was said.
78 160 "Remember the Lady bina," Lord Grendel had whispered to the fallen, shuddering Kur, and then he had straightened up, and backed away, and lifted his head to the far ceiling of the world and howled, as a primeval Kur might have howled, a cry of rage, of hatred, of victory, and satisfaction.
78 161 Cabot backed away.
78 162 Flavion managed to turn himself to his stomach and began to crawl on the bloody stumps, leaving prints and tracks of blood in the dust, toward the gate, but could approach it no more closely than some four or five yards.
78 163 As the Kur is robust and tenacious of life, it took Flavion several Ehn to die.
"What are Priest-Kings to me?" he asked. Flavion was piteously begging to be slain, but Lord Grendel put aside his reddened ax, and put his large, fanged mouth close to the left ear of Flavion. Cabot's translator barely registered what was said. "Remember the Lady bina," Lord Grendel had whispered to the fallen, shuddering Kur, and then he had straightened up, and backed away, and lifted his head to the far ceiling of the world and howled, as a primeval Kur might have howled, a cry of rage, of hatred, of victory, and satisfaction. Cabot backed away. Flavion managed to turn himself to his stomach and began to crawl on the bloody stumps, leaving prints and tracks of blood in the dust, toward the gate, but could approach it no more closely than some four or five yards. As the Kur is robust and tenacious of life, it took Flavion several Ehn to die. - (Kur of Gor, Chapter 78)