Book 3. (7 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 3 | 93 | I found it strange that a priest-King should fear a larl. |
| 3 | 94 | Without waiting to see if I would follow him he turned suddenly and went back down the passage. |
| 3 | 95 | I gathered my weapons and followed him. |
| 3 | 96 | Only the rumbling growl of the now sullen mountain larls as I passed between them convinced me that I could not be dreaming, that I had come at last to the Hall of priest-kings. |
| 4 | 1 | The Hall of priest-kings As I followed the man who called himself Parp down the stone passage, the portal behind me closed. |
| 4 | 2 | I remember one last glimpse of the Sardar Range, the path I had climbed, the cold, blue sky and two snowy larls, one chained on either side of the entrance. |
| 4 | 3 | My host did not speak but led the way with a merry stride, an almost constant curl of smoke from his little round pipe encircling his bald pate and muttonchop whiskers and drifting back down the passage. |
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I found it strange that a priest-King should fear a larl.
Without waiting to see if I would follow him he turned suddenly and went back down the passage.
I gathered my weapons and followed him.
Only the rumbling growl of the now sullen mountain larls as I passed between them convinced me that I could not be dreaming, that I had come at last to the Hall of priest-kings.
The Hall of priest-kings As I followed the man who called himself Parp down the stone passage, the portal behind me closed.
I remember one last glimpse of the Sardar Range, the path I had climbed, the cold, blue sky and two snowy larls, one chained on either side of the entrance.
My host did not speak but led the way with a merry stride, an almost constant curl of smoke from his little round pipe encircling his bald pate and muttonchop whiskers and drifting back down the passage.
- (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter )