Book 3. (1 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 31 | 173 | I stepped back and View more quotes about sarm">Sarm advanced a delicate pace. |
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Book 3. (7 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 31 | 170 | Sarm reached to the steel bar that formed the railing to his left on the walkway and with the incredible strength of Priest-Kings with one motion twisted and tore free a length of perhaps eighteen feet. |
| 31 | 171 | He swung this lightly, as easily as I might have lifted and moved a stick of wood. |
| 31 | 172 | The bar he wielded was a fearsome weapon and with it he could strike me from the walkway, hurling me perhaps two hundred feet to the opposite wall, before I could get within yards of him. |
| 31 | 173 | I stepped back and Sarm advanced a delicate pace. |
| 31 | 174 | "Primitive," said Sarm, regarding the club of steel which he held, and then he looked down at me, his antennae curling, "but fitting". |
| 31 | 175 | I knew I could not retreat back down the walkway for Sarm was much faster than I and would be upon me perhaps even before I could turn. |
| 31 | 176 | I could not leap to the sides, for there was only the smooth sheer curve of the blue globe and I would slide to my death and fall like one of the stones from the roof above to the dusty, smoking rubble below. |
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Sarm reached to the steel bar that formed the railing to his left on the walkway and with the incredible strength of Priest-Kings with one motion twisted and tore free a length of perhaps eighteen feet.
He swung this lightly, as easily as I might have lifted and moved a stick of wood.
The bar he wielded was a fearsome weapon and with it he could strike me from the walkway, hurling me perhaps two hundred feet to the opposite wall, before I could get within yards of him.
I stepped back and Sarm advanced a delicate pace.
"Primitive," said Sarm, regarding the club of steel which he held, and then he looked down at me, his antennae curling, "but fitting".
I knew I could not retreat back down the walkway for Sarm was much faster than I and would be upon me perhaps even before I could turn.
I could not leap to the sides, for there was only the smooth sheer curve of the blue globe and I would slide to my death and fall like one of the stones from the roof above to the dusty, smoking rubble below.
- (Priest-Kings of Gor)