Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 13 | 271 | "View more quotes about down">Down with Treve!" cried Nelsa, shaking her fist after the rider in the distance. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 13 | 268 | She went to its very height, and stood there, balanced, outlined against the sky, her hair shaken in the wind, her gown whipping about her body. |
| 13 | 269 | "Clumsy oaf!" she screamed after the retreating rider. |
| 13 | 270 | "Who taught you your work? Go home and play with vulos! You have the skill of a tharlarion!" "Come down!" called Laura. |
| 13 | 271 | "Down with Treve!" cried Nelsa, shaking her fist after the rider in the distance. |
| 13 | 272 | "May her walls be razed and her wealth plundered. |
| 13 | 273 | May her women be put in collars! May they, and her other slaves, be herded away! May her towers be burned and salt cast upon their ashes!" The approach of the second tarn, soaring, borne on the wind, its wings still, was silent. |
| 13 | 274 | Nelsa, of course, did not see it, as she was facing away from it, crying out, shaking her fist at the retreating figure of the other rider, now muchly in the distance. |
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She went to its very height, and stood there, balanced, outlined against the sky, her hair shaken in the wind, her gown whipping about her body.
"Clumsy oaf!" she screamed after the retreating rider.
"Who taught you your work? Go home and play with vulos! You have the skill of a tharlarion!" "Come down!" called Laura.
"Down with Treve!" cried Nelsa, shaking her fist after the rider in the distance.
"May her walls be razed and her wealth plundered.
May her women be put in collars! May they, and her other slaves, be herded away! May her towers be burned and salt cast upon their ashes!" The approach of the second tarn, soaring, borne on the wind, its wings still, was silent.
Nelsa, of course, did not see it, as she was facing away from it, crying out, shaking her fist at the retreating figure of the other rider, now muchly in the distance.
- (Prize of Gor)