Book 3. (1 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 31 | 179 | It did not View more quotes about seem">seem to me a bad place to die. |
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Book 3. (7 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 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. |
| 31 | 182 | I supposed there might be tidal waves in distant Thassa, that crags in the Sardar and the Voltai and Thentis Ranges might be collapsing, that mountains might be falling and new ones rising, that the Sa-Tarna fields might be broken apart, that towers of cities might be falling, that the ring of black logs which encircled the Sardar might rupture and burst open in a hundred places. |
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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.
I supposed there might be tidal waves in distant Thassa, that crags in the Sardar and the Voltai and Thentis Ranges might be collapsing, that mountains might be falling and new ones rising, that the Sa-Tarna fields might be broken apart, that towers of cities might be falling, that the ring of black logs which encircled the Sardar might rupture and burst open in a hundred places.
- (Priest-Kings of Gor)