Book 8. (1 results) Hunters of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 18 | 84 | In the midst of the panther girls, now futilely fighting her bonds, was Verna. |
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Book 8. (7 results) Hunters of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 18 | 81 | Behind Tina was Grenna, also in the branch-lashed, white-woolen tatters of a slave garment, for she had been enslaved in my camp before her capture by the men of Tyros. |
| 18 | 82 | Behind Grenna came the first of Verna's women, still in their skins of panthers. |
| 18 | 83 | The panther skins, of course, had stood well the strikings of branches and the tearing of the closely set thickets of their flight. |
| 18 | 84 | In the midst of the panther girls, now futilely fighting her bonds, was Verna. |
| 18 | 85 | The only remainder of the luscious slave silk in which she had been marched was a yellow tatter about her neck, caught in Marlenus' collar, which still she wore. |
| 18 | 86 | I recalled how superbly she had responded, a helpless female slave, to the masterful touch of the great Marlenus of Ar, the incredible Ubar of Ubars. |
| 18 | 87 | Now, unable to free herself, she stood disconsolately in the coffle, fastened as helplessly in it as any other woman would be. |
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Behind Tina was Grenna, also in the branch-lashed, white-woolen tatters of a slave garment, for she had been enslaved in my camp before her capture by the men of Tyros.
Behind Grenna came the first of Verna's women, still in their skins of panthers.
The panther skins, of course, had stood well the strikings of branches and the tearing of the closely set thickets of their flight.
In the midst of the panther girls, now futilely fighting her bonds, was Verna.
The only remainder of the luscious slave silk in which she had been marched was a yellow tatter about her neck, caught in Marlenus' collar, which still she wore.
I recalled how superbly she had responded, a helpless female slave, to the masterful touch of the great Marlenus of Ar, the incredible Ubar of Ubars.
Now, unable to free herself, she stood disconsolately in the coffle, fastened as helplessly in it as any other woman would be.
- (Hunters of Gor, Chapter 18)