Book 25. (1 results) Magicians of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 23 | 5 | View more quotes about indeed">Indeed, several fellows, expecting some sort of show, had hurried to stand outside the rope, to watch. |
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Book 25. (7 results) Magicians of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 23 | 2 | "Let it be spattered with the spew of urts!" He seized up the Home Stone from the plank on which it sat, the plank resting on two inverted wastes vats, of the sort used in insulae, in the park of the Center Cylinder, within which lies the Central Cylinder. |
| 23 | 3 | "Not even jards of stone would pick the bones of this loathsome rock!" cried the fellow. |
| 23 | 4 | There was laughter at this by the guards about, and several other folks, too, outside the roped-off enclosure, within which was the Home Stone on its mock pedestal. |
| 23 | 5 | Indeed, several fellows, expecting some sort of show, had hurried to stand outside the rope, to watch. |
| 23 | 6 | The guards, too, it seemed, remembered this fellow, and egged him on with their cries. |
| 23 | 7 | There was a line, as well, behind the fellow, awaiting its turn to enter the roped-off circle, and, one by one, express their contempt for the "Traitress of the North" as Ar's Station was now referred to on the boards. |
| 23 | 8 | "Surely I should kill him!" hissed Marcus to me. |
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"Let it be spattered with the spew of urts!" He seized up the Home Stone from the plank on which it sat, the plank resting on two inverted wastes vats, of the sort used in insulae, in the park of the Center Cylinder, within which lies the Central Cylinder.
"Not even jards of stone would pick the bones of this loathsome rock!" cried the fellow.
There was laughter at this by the guards about, and several other folks, too, outside the roped-off enclosure, within which was the Home Stone on its mock pedestal.
Indeed, several fellows, expecting some sort of show, had hurried to stand outside the rope, to watch.
The guards, too, it seemed, remembered this fellow, and egged him on with their cries.
There was a line, as well, behind the fellow, awaiting its turn to enter the roped-off circle, and, one by one, express their contempt for the "Traitress of the North" as Ar's Station was now referred to on the boards.
"Surely I should kill him!" hissed Marcus to me.
- (Magicians of Gor)