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Book 5. (1 results) Assassin of Gor (Individual Quote)

"No," she said, studying the board like a child confronting something never seen before, something wonderful, something mysterious and challenging, a red ball, some squares of brightly colored, folded orange cloth. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #767)
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17 767 "No," she said, studying the View more quotes about board">board like a child confronting something never seen before, something wonderful, something mysterious and challenging, a red ball, some squares of brightly colored, folded orange cloth.

Book 5. (7 results) Assassin of Gor (Context Quote)

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17 764 This time she had yellow.
17 765 To my astonishment, this time I began to see the Centian Opening unfold, developed years ago by Centius of Cos, one of the strongest openings known in the game, one in which the problems of development for red are particularly acute, especially the development of his Ubar's Scribe.
17 766 "Are you sure you have never played before?" I asked, thinking it well to recheck the point.
17 767 "No," she said, studying the board like a child confronting something never seen before, something wonderful, something mysterious and challenging, a red ball, some squares of brightly colored, folded orange cloth.
17 768 When it came to the fourteenth move for red, my color, I glanced up at her.
17 769 "What do you think I should do now?" I asked.
17 770 I noted that her lovely brow had already been wrinkled with distress, considering the possibilities.
This time she had yellow. To my astonishment, this time I began to see the Centian Opening unfold, developed years ago by Centius of Cos, one of the strongest openings known in the game, one in which the problems of development for red are particularly acute, especially the development of his Ubar's Scribe. "Are you sure you have never played before?" I asked, thinking it well to recheck the point. "No," she said, studying the board like a child confronting something never seen before, something wonderful, something mysterious and challenging, a red ball, some squares of brightly colored, folded orange cloth. When it came to the fourteenth move for red, my color, I glanced up at her. "What do you think I should do now?" I asked. I noted that her lovely brow had already been wrinkled with distress, considering the possibilities. - (Assassin of Gor)