Book 3. (1 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 23 | 42 | I wondered if I could bury the body somewhere, but dismissed the thought in view of the stony passages I had just traversed. |
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Book 3. (7 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 23 | 39 | I supposed they might have been some unusual physiological reaction to the poison which I conjectured had been injected into her system through the small, livid puncture, also on her left side. |
| 23 | 40 | I wiped the back of my forearm across my eyes. |
| 23 | 41 | There was nothing I could do for her now, save perhaps hunt for the Golden Beetle. |
| 23 | 42 | I wondered if I could bury the body somewhere, but dismissed the thought in view of the stony passages I had just traversed. |
| 23 | 43 | I might move it from the filth of the Golden Beetle's den but it, until the creature itself was slain, would never be safe from its despoiling jaws. |
| 23 | 44 | I turned my back on Vika of Treve and, carrying the torch, left the cavern. |
| 23 | 45 | As I did so I seemed almost to hear a silent, horrible, pleading shriek but there was of course no sound. |
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I supposed they might have been some unusual physiological reaction to the poison which I conjectured had been injected into her system through the small, livid puncture, also on her left side.
I wiped the back of my forearm across my eyes.
There was nothing I could do for her now, save perhaps hunt for the Golden Beetle.
I wondered if I could bury the body somewhere, but dismissed the thought in view of the stony passages I had just traversed.
I might move it from the filth of the Golden Beetle's den but it, until the creature itself was slain, would never be safe from its despoiling jaws.
I turned my back on Vika of Treve and, carrying the torch, left the cavern.
As I did so I seemed almost to hear a silent, horrible, pleading shriek but there was of course no sound.
- (Priest-Kings of Gor)