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Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)

It was a scent she had experienced once before, on Targo's sales shelf in the Kettle Market, though then it had been so suddenly, so unexpectedly, upon her, almost stifling, almost overwhelming, so hot, so suddenly close and terrible. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 27, Sentence #378)
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27 378 It was a View more quotes about scent">scent she had experienced once before, on Targo's sales shelf in the Kettle Market, though then it had been so suddenly, so unexpectedly, upon her, almost stifling, almost overwhelming, so hot, so suddenly close and terrible.

Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)

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27 375 "Portus!" he had called.
27 376 Selius Arconious had lifted his head, facing backward, nostrils flared, testing the wind, a moment later.
27 377 Ellen, the wagon stopped, climbed one of the large, bronzeshod rear wheels, and, clinging to the side of the bed, her bare feet on a heavy, wooden, rounded spoke, looked backward.
27 378 It was a scent she had experienced once before, on Targo's sales shelf in the Kettle Market, though then it had been so suddenly, so unexpectedly, upon her, almost stifling, almost overwhelming, so hot, so suddenly close and terrible.
27 379 There was no mistaking it, that scent, though now it was distant, and faint, a whisper on the wind.
27 380 It was the same.
27 381 "Arm yourselves," said Portus Canio.
"Portus!" he had called. Selius Arconious had lifted his head, facing backward, nostrils flared, testing the wind, a moment later. Ellen, the wagon stopped, climbed one of the large, bronzeshod rear wheels, and, clinging to the side of the bed, her bare feet on a heavy, wooden, rounded spoke, looked backward. It was a scent she had experienced once before, on Targo's sales shelf in the Kettle Market, though then it had been so suddenly, so unexpectedly, upon her, almost stifling, almost overwhelming, so hot, so suddenly close and terrible. There was no mistaking it, that scent, though now it was distant, and faint, a whisper on the wind. It was the same. "Arm yourselves," said Portus Canio. - (Prize of Gor)