Book 3. (1 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 27 | 360 | "Go to the Wagon View more quotes about peoples">Peoples". |
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Book 3. (7 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 27 | 357 | "Give me Gur," she said. |
| 27 | 358 | Gently I placed my hand between those huge ancient jaws and with my palm I touched her tongue that she might taste what adhered to it. |
| 27 | 359 | "Go to the Wagon Peoples, Tarl of Ko-ro-ba," she said. |
| 27 | 360 | "Go to the Wagon Peoples". |
| 27 | 361 | "But where is it?" I asked. |
| 27 | 362 | Then before my horrified eyes the carcass of that ancient she began to shiver and tremble and I stood back as she struggled to my amazement to her feet and reared herself to the height of a Priest-King, her antennae extended to their very lengths as though grasping, clutching, trying to sense something, though what she sought I did not know, but in her sudden fantastic strength, the gasp of her delirium and power, she seemed suddenly the Mother of a great race, very beautiful and very strong and very splendid. |
| 27 | 363 | And from a thousand translators rang the message she cried out over those golden heads to the blank stone ceiling and walls of her chamber and I shall never forget it as it was in all the sorrow and the joy of her trembling dying magnificence; I and all could read it in the attitude of her body, the alertness of the forelegs, the suddenly sensing antennae, even in those dull brown disks which had been eyes and now seemed to be for that one last moment luminous again. |
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"Give me Gur," she said.
Gently I placed my hand between those huge ancient jaws and with my palm I touched her tongue that she might taste what adhered to it.
"Go to the Wagon Peoples, Tarl of Ko-ro-ba," she said.
"Go to the Wagon Peoples".
"But where is it?" I asked.
Then before my horrified eyes the carcass of that ancient she began to shiver and tremble and I stood back as she struggled to my amazement to her feet and reared herself to the height of a Priest-King, her antennae extended to their very lengths as though grasping, clutching, trying to sense something, though what she sought I did not know, but in her sudden fantastic strength, the gasp of her delirium and power, she seemed suddenly the Mother of a great race, very beautiful and very strong and very splendid.
And from a thousand translators rang the message she cried out over those golden heads to the blank stone ceiling and walls of her chamber and I shall never forget it as it was in all the sorrow and the joy of her trembling dying magnificence; I and all could read it in the attitude of her body, the alertness of the forelegs, the suddenly sensing antennae, even in those dull brown disks which had been eyes and now seemed to be for that one last moment luminous again.
- (Priest-Kings of Gor)