Book 28. (1 results) Kur of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 77 | 123 | "Run!" View more quotes about cried">cried Cabot to the slave, and pointed to the opened gate. |
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Book 28. (7 results) Kur of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 77 | 120 | "You are a fool," said Flavion, "to rely on the amnesty for your security. |
| 77 | 121 | Do you truly think I would fear to violate it, here, far from the habitats, here, in the forest?" "My intention," said Cabot, "is not to rely on the amnesty for my security, but rather that matters be so arranged that I may see it explicitly repudiated". |
| 77 | 122 | "None will know," said Flavion, "or none who matter," he added, glancing to the slave, crouched fearfully to the side. |
| 77 | 123 | "Run!" cried Cabot to the slave, and pointed to the opened gate. |
| 77 | 124 | With a cry of misery she sprang to her feet and ran toward the gate. |
| 77 | 125 | Flavion intercepted her, seizing one arm by which she was swung about, and hurled yards away, tumbling over and over in the dirt. |
| 77 | 126 | Doubtless Cabot wished that the slave might have reached the safety of the forest, a desiderated outcome, where she might, a fleet, collared human female, have managed to elude a lame Kur, but he was not surprised when she failed to do so. |
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"You are a fool," said Flavion, "to rely on the amnesty for your security.
Do you truly think I would fear to violate it, here, far from the habitats, here, in the forest?" "My intention," said Cabot, "is not to rely on the amnesty for my security, but rather that matters be so arranged that I may see it explicitly repudiated".
"None will know," said Flavion, "or none who matter," he added, glancing to the slave, crouched fearfully to the side.
"Run!" cried Cabot to the slave, and pointed to the opened gate.
With a cry of misery she sprang to her feet and ran toward the gate.
Flavion intercepted her, seizing one arm by which she was swung about, and hurled yards away, tumbling over and over in the dirt.
Doubtless Cabot wished that the slave might have reached the safety of the forest, a desiderated outcome, where she might, a fleet, collared human female, have managed to elude a lame Kur, but he was not surprised when she failed to do so.
- (Kur of Gor)