Book 26. (1 results) Witness of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 31 | 590 | His View more quotes about lips">lips parted, to utter the signal that would unleash the quarrels. |
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Book 26. (7 results) Witness of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 31 | 587 | "Glory to the black caste," said the leader of the strangers. |
| 31 | 588 | "Glory to the black caste!" said the black-tunicked men. |
| 31 | 589 | The hand of the leader of the black-tunicked men lifted a bit more. |
| 31 | 590 | His lips parted, to utter the signal that would unleash the quarrels. |
| 31 | 591 | "Aargh!" cried one of the bowmen reeling back, his face a mass of blood within the helmet, the quarrel slashing into the wall to the right of the prisoner, gouging the wall, showering sparks and the other, too, was buffeted to the side by his fellow, his own quarrel spitting, too, to the side, to the peasant's right, striking the wall, bursting stone from it like a hammer, flashing sparks in the cell, then turning end over end, sideways, eccentrically, to our left. |
| 31 | 592 | The block of stone, broken from the wall, torn out of it, still fixed to the plate and bolts, and chain, had burst forth, showering mortar in the room. |
| 31 | 593 | As it had left the wall it had, with all the violence of the forces imposed upon it, whipped to the peasant's right, striking the nearest bowman on the side of the head. |
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"Glory to the black caste," said the leader of the strangers.
"Glory to the black caste!" said the black-tunicked men.
The hand of the leader of the black-tunicked men lifted a bit more.
His lips parted, to utter the signal that would unleash the quarrels.
"Aargh!" cried one of the bowmen reeling back, his face a mass of blood within the helmet, the quarrel slashing into the wall to the right of the prisoner, gouging the wall, showering sparks and the other, too, was buffeted to the side by his fellow, his own quarrel spitting, too, to the side, to the peasant's right, striking the wall, bursting stone from it like a hammer, flashing sparks in the cell, then turning end over end, sideways, eccentrically, to our left.
The block of stone, broken from the wall, torn out of it, still fixed to the plate and bolts, and chain, had burst forth, showering mortar in the room.
As it had left the wall it had, with all the violence of the forces imposed upon it, whipped to the peasant's right, striking the nearest bowman on the side of the head.
- (Witness of Gor)