Book 5. (1 results) Assassin of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 23 | 193 | Ho-Tu, his hook View more quotes about knife">knife in his hand, entered the room. |
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Book 5. (7 results) Assassin of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 23 | 190 | About the walls of the room there was much delicate apparatus, reminding me somewhat of instrumentation I had seen in the Nest long ago; complex paneling, wires, disks; the dials, I noted, were adopted for a visually oriented organism, needles quivering against a metric of spaces; a cone was flashing on and off in the instrumentation; I lifted a matching cone from its placement on a horizontal panel; putting the cone to my ear I heard a splattering of signals of varying pitch; they came more and more frequently, and at greater and greater intensity; then, to my amazement, the signals stopped; there was a pause; then there came a strange sound, which could have been uttered by no human throat, but articulate, repeated again and again. |
| 23 | 191 | I put the cone down. |
| 23 | 192 | The sound continued. |
| 23 | 193 | Ho-Tu, his hook knife in his hand, entered the room. |
| 23 | 194 | "Cernus?" he asked. |
| 23 | 195 | I pointed to the rags and the part of a body that was thrown into a corner of the room, mixed with litter and bones. |
| 23 | 196 | "What more could you have done?" I asked. |
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About the walls of the room there was much delicate apparatus, reminding me somewhat of instrumentation I had seen in the Nest long ago; complex paneling, wires, disks; the dials, I noted, were adopted for a visually oriented organism, needles quivering against a metric of spaces; a cone was flashing on and off in the instrumentation; I lifted a matching cone from its placement on a horizontal panel; putting the cone to my ear I heard a splattering of signals of varying pitch; they came more and more frequently, and at greater and greater intensity; then, to my amazement, the signals stopped; there was a pause; then there came a strange sound, which could have been uttered by no human throat, but articulate, repeated again and again.
I put the cone down.
The sound continued.
Ho-Tu, his hook knife in his hand, entered the room.
"Cernus?" he asked.
I pointed to the rags and the part of a body that was thrown into a corner of the room, mixed with litter and bones.
"What more could you have done?" I asked.
- (Assassin of Gor)