Book 5. (1 results) Assassin of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 24 | 376 | She View more quotes about leaped">leaped to her feet, swinging her manacled wrists at him but he ducked neatly and scooped her up, throwing her over one shoulder. |
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Book 5. (7 results) Assassin of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 24 | 373 | She looked on them disbelievingly. |
| 24 | 374 | Then she looked up at Ho-Sorl. |
| 24 | 375 | "Beast!" she cried. |
| 24 | 376 | She leaped to her feet, swinging her manacled wrists at him but he ducked neatly and scooped her up, throwing her over one shoulder. |
| 24 | 377 | She was wriggling madly on his shoulder, pounding him on his back with her chained fists. |
| 24 | 378 | "I hate you," she was screaming, pounding him. |
| 24 | 379 | "I hate you, you beast, you big beast!" Amidst the laughter of the court of the Ubar Ho-Sorl carried his prize from the chamber, the lovely, squirming slave girl, Miss Phyllis Robertson. |
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She looked on them disbelievingly.
Then she looked up at Ho-Sorl.
"Beast!" she cried.
She leaped to her feet, swinging her manacled wrists at him but he ducked neatly and scooped her up, throwing her over one shoulder.
She was wriggling madly on his shoulder, pounding him on his back with her chained fists.
"I hate you," she was screaming, pounding him.
"I hate you, you beast, you big beast!" Amidst the laughter of the court of the Ubar Ho-Sorl carried his prize from the chamber, the lovely, squirming slave girl, Miss Phyllis Robertson.
- (Assassin of Gor)