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

If his first blow missed perhaps I could get close enough to strike but it did not seem probable his blow would miss. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter 31, Sentence #178)
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31 178 If his View more quotes about first">first blow missed perhaps I could get close enough to strike but it did not seem probable his blow would miss.

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

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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.
31 177 And ahead of me stood Sarm, his club ready.
31 178 If his first blow missed perhaps I could get close enough to strike but it did not seem probable his blow would miss.
31 179 It did not seem to me a bad place to die.
31 180 If I had dared to take my eyes from Sarm I might have looked about at the wonder of the Nest and the destruction in which it was being consumed.
31 181 Drifts of rock powder hung in the air, fitted stone tumbled to the flooring far below, the walls trembled, the very globe and walkway fastened to it seemed to shift and shudder.
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. And ahead of me stood Sarm, his club ready. If his first blow missed perhaps I could get close enough to strike but it did not seem probable his blow would miss. It did not seem to me a bad place to die. If I had dared to take my eyes from Sarm I might have looked about at the wonder of the Nest and the destruction in which it was being consumed. Drifts of rock powder hung in the air, fitted stone tumbled to the flooring far below, the walls trembled, the very globe and walkway fastened to it seemed to shift and shudder. - (Priest-Kings of Gor)