Book 3. (1 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 31 | 226 | "View more quotes about cabot">Cabot," came from his translator. |
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Book 3. (7 results) Priest-Kings of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 31 | 223 | I wondered if the hairs of the Golden Beetle, heavy with the droplets of that narcotic exudate, offered adequate recompense to a Priest-King for the ascetic millennia in which he might have pursued the mysteries of science, if they provided an acceptable culmination to one of those long, long lives devoted to the Nest, to its laws, to duty and the pursuit and manipulation of power. |
| 31 | 224 | Priest-Kings, I knew, had few pleasures, and now I guessed that foremost among them might be death. |
| 31 | 225 | Once, as though by some supreme effort of will, Sarm, who was a great Priest-King, lifted his head from the golden hair and stared at me. |
| 31 | 226 | "Cabot," came from his translator. |
| 31 | 227 | "Die, Priest-King," I said softly. |
| 31 | 228 | The last sound I heard from Sarm's translator was—"The pleasure". |
| 31 | 229 | Then in the last spasmodic throb of death Sarm's body broke free of the jaws of the Golden Beetle and reared up once more to its glorious perhaps twenty feet of golden height. |
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I wondered if the hairs of the Golden Beetle, heavy with the droplets of that narcotic exudate, offered adequate recompense to a Priest-King for the ascetic millennia in which he might have pursued the mysteries of science, if they provided an acceptable culmination to one of those long, long lives devoted to the Nest, to its laws, to duty and the pursuit and manipulation of power.
Priest-Kings, I knew, had few pleasures, and now I guessed that foremost among them might be death.
Once, as though by some supreme effort of will, Sarm, who was a great Priest-King, lifted his head from the golden hair and stared at me.
"Cabot," came from his translator.
"Die, Priest-King," I said softly.
The last sound I heard from Sarm's translator was—"The pleasure".
Then in the last spasmodic throb of death Sarm's body broke free of the jaws of the Golden Beetle and reared up once more to its glorious perhaps twenty feet of golden height.
- (Priest-Kings of Gor)