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Book 18. (1 results) Blood Brothers of Gor (Individual Quote)

Yet I think that more than a hundred and fifty Yellow Knives might already have perished, victims of that steep, dreadful trail, crowded from it, driven from it, trampled upon it, and some even falling under the weapons of their own fellows, fighting for space on the rugged ascent. - (Blood Brothers of Gor, Chapter 44, Sentence #484)
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44 484 Yet I View more quotes about think">think that more than a hundred and fifty Yellow Knives might already have perished, victims of that steep, dreadful trail, crowded from it, driven from it, trampled upon it, and some even falling under the weapons of their own fellows, fighting for space on the rugged ascent.

Book 18. (7 results) Blood Brothers of Gor (Context Quote)

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44 481 "No," I said.
44 482 "Let her cries, if they will, distract our attackers".
44 483 To this point we had struck not a blow.
44 484 Yet I think that more than a hundred and fifty Yellow Knives might already have perished, victims of that steep, dreadful trail, crowded from it, driven from it, trampled upon it, and some even falling under the weapons of their own fellows, fighting for space on the rugged ascent.
44 485 Then began the lethal hail of stones, hundreds flung from above, dozens rolled and toppled over the edge.
44 486 These stones, striking down, could not fail to find marks.
44 487 They plunged into the seething mass at different points on the trail.
"No," I said. "Let her cries, if they will, distract our attackers". To this point we had struck not a blow. Yet I think that more than a hundred and fifty Yellow Knives might already have perished, victims of that steep, dreadful trail, crowded from it, driven from it, trampled upon it, and some even falling under the weapons of their own fellows, fighting for space on the rugged ascent. Then began the lethal hail of stones, hundreds flung from above, dozens rolled and toppled over the edge. These stones, striking down, could not fail to find marks. They plunged into the seething mass at different points on the trail. - (Blood Brothers of Gor)