• Home
  • Contact

Results Details

"death "

Book 19. (1 results) Kajira of Gor (Individual Quote)

Did he truly think that an agonizing death, writhing on a high, narrow impaling spear, some twenty feet in height, unable to free myself, in a public square, or on the walls of Argentum, in public view, to the jeers and cries of a vengeful crowd was not to be feared? "I am Tiffany," I said, weakly, "of Feast Slaves, of the Enterprises of Aemilianus". - (Kajira of Gor, Chapter 31, Sentence #142)
Chapter # Sentence # Quote
31 142 Did he View more quotes about truly">truly think that an agonizing death, writhing on a high, narrow impaling spear, some twenty feet in height, unable to free myself, in a public square, or on the walls of Argentum, in public view, to the jeers and cries of a vengeful crowd was not to be feared? "I am Tiffany," I said, weakly, "of Feast Slaves, of the Enterprises of Aemilianus".

Book 19. (7 results) Kajira of Gor (Context Quote)

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
31 139 "Yes, Master," I said.
31 140 "If you are not Sheila, the Tatrix of Corcyrus," he said, "you have nothing to fear".
31 141 "Yes, Master," I said.
31 142 Did he truly think that an agonizing death, writhing on a high, narrow impaling spear, some twenty feet in height, unable to free myself, in a public square, or on the walls of Argentum, in public view, to the jeers and cries of a vengeful crowd was not to be feared? "I am Tiffany," I said, weakly, "of Feast Slaves, of the Enterprises of Aemilianus".
31 143 "Of course," he said.
31 144 "Are you trained, pretty Tiffany, of Feast Slaves?" he said.
31 145 "To some extent, Master," I said.
"Yes, Master," I said. "If you are not Sheila, the Tatrix of Corcyrus," he said, "you have nothing to fear". "Yes, Master," I said. Did he truly think that an agonizing death, writhing on a high, narrow impaling spear, some twenty feet in height, unable to free myself, in a public square, or on the walls of Argentum, in public view, to the jeers and cries of a vengeful crowd was not to be feared? "I am Tiffany," I said, weakly, "of Feast Slaves, of the Enterprises of Aemilianus". "Of course," he said. "Are you trained, pretty Tiffany, of Feast Slaves?" he said. "To some extent, Master," I said. - (Kajira of Gor)