Book 15. (1 results) Rogue of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 22 | 193 | I seized the View more quotes about figure">figure, his body poised, hunched over the sword, its point to his belly, its hilt in his hands, braced against the stones of the dark street. |
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Book 15. (7 results) Rogue of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 22 | 190 | The tribute would be paid. |
| 22 | 191 | And, too, I had learned, and I mused on this, that I wanted to own Miss Beverly Henderson, yes, literally own her, as a man on Earth might own a pair of boots, or a pig or a dog, or as a man on Gor might own, say, a tarsk or a pet sleen, or, lower than either, as he might own a slave. |
| 22 | 192 | * * * * "Do not!" I cried. |
| 22 | 193 | I seized the figure, his body poised, hunched over the sword, its point to his belly, its hilt in his hands, braced against the stones of the dark street. |
| 22 | 194 | "No!" I cried. |
| 22 | 195 | I struggled, briefly, with him. |
| 22 | 196 | Then with the bottom of my foot I kicked the sword to one side and it slid upward, tearing through the tunic. |
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The tribute would be paid.
And, too, I had learned, and I mused on this, that I wanted to own Miss Beverly Henderson, yes, literally own her, as a man on Earth might own a pair of boots, or a pig or a dog, or as a man on Gor might own, say, a tarsk or a pet sleen, or, lower than either, as he might own a slave.
* * * * "Do not!" I cried.
I seized the figure, his body poised, hunched over the sword, its point to his belly, its hilt in his hands, braced against the stones of the dark street.
"No!" I cried.
I struggled, briefly, with him.
Then with the bottom of my foot I kicked the sword to one side and it slid upward, tearing through the tunic.
- (Rogue of Gor)