Book 3. (1 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 23 | 61 | "View more quotes about forgive">Forgive me, Vika of Treve!" I cried. |
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Book 3. (7 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 23 | 58 | Time and time again I stumbled against outcroppings of rock and bruised my shoulders and thighs but never once did I diminish my speed in my headlong race back to the cavern of the Golden Beetle. |
| 23 | 59 | I found I did not even have to stop and search for the small signs I had scratched in the walls of the passages to guide my way for as I ran it seemed I knew each bend and turn of that passageway as though it had suddenly leaped alive flaming in my memory. |
| 23 | 60 | I burst into the cavern of the Golden Beetle and held the torch high. |
| 23 | 61 | "Forgive me, Vika of Treve!" I cried. |
| 23 | 62 | "Forgive me!" I fell to my knees beside her and thrust the Mul-Torch into a space between two stones in the floor. |
| 23 | 63 | From her flesh at one point I could see the gleaming eyes of a small organism, golden and about the size of a child's turtle, scrambling, trying to pull itself from the leathery shell. |
| 23 | 64 | With my sword I dug out the egg and crushed it and its occupant with the heel of my sandal on the stone floor. |
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Time and time again I stumbled against outcroppings of rock and bruised my shoulders and thighs but never once did I diminish my speed in my headlong race back to the cavern of the Golden Beetle.
I found I did not even have to stop and search for the small signs I had scratched in the walls of the passages to guide my way for as I ran it seemed I knew each bend and turn of that passageway as though it had suddenly leaped alive flaming in my memory.
I burst into the cavern of the Golden Beetle and held the torch high.
"Forgive me, Vika of Treve!" I cried.
"Forgive me!" I fell to my knees beside her and thrust the Mul-Torch into a space between two stones in the floor.
From her flesh at one point I could see the gleaming eyes of a small organism, golden and about the size of a child's turtle, scrambling, trying to pull itself from the leathery shell.
With my sword I dug out the egg and crushed it and its occupant with the heel of my sandal on the stone floor.
- (Priest-Kings of Gor)