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Book 3. (1 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Individual Quote)

Misk clung to the wall below the trap door, holding me to his thorax. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter 28, Sentence #249)
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28 249 View more quotes about misk">Misk clung to the wall below the trap door, holding me to his thorax.

Book 3. (7 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Context Quote)

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28 246 We were considering this matter when suddenly without warning one wall of Misk's compartment seemed suddenly to blur and lift and then silently to vanish into powder, so light and fine that some of it drifted upward to be withdrawn through the ventilator shaft through which used air was drawn from the compartment.
28 247 Misk seized me and with the harrowing speed of the Priest-King leaped across the room, buffeting the case I had occupied ten yards across the chamber, bent down and flung up the trap and, carrying me, darted into the passage below.
28 248 My senses were reeling but now in the distance I could hear cries and shouts, the screaming of the dying, the unutterably horrifying noises of the broken, the torn and maimed.
28 249 Misk clung to the wall below the trap door, holding me to his thorax.
28 250 "What is it?" I demanded.
28 251 "Gravitational disruption," said Misk.
28 252 "It is forbidden even to Priest-Kings".
We were considering this matter when suddenly without warning one wall of Misk's compartment seemed suddenly to blur and lift and then silently to vanish into powder, so light and fine that some of it drifted upward to be withdrawn through the ventilator shaft through which used air was drawn from the compartment. Misk seized me and with the harrowing speed of the Priest-King leaped across the room, buffeting the case I had occupied ten yards across the chamber, bent down and flung up the trap and, carrying me, darted into the passage below. My senses were reeling but now in the distance I could hear cries and shouts, the screaming of the dying, the unutterably horrifying noises of the broken, the torn and maimed. Misk clung to the wall below the trap door, holding me to his thorax. "What is it?" I demanded. "Gravitational disruption," said Misk. "It is forbidden even to Priest-Kings". - (Priest-Kings of Gor)