Book 29. (7 results) Swordsmen of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 28 | 408 | How View more quotes about absurd">absurd that was! She had never been ranged naked in a coffle, standing, legs widely spread, hands clasped behind the back of her head, for assessment. |
| 28 | 409 | Yes, she was beautiful, but there were thousands more beautiful than she. |
| 28 | 410 | Had she not once been the daughter of a Ubar, what might she have brought? Perhaps three silver tarsks? Much would depend on the market, and the season. |
| 28 | 411 | Spring is a good time for selling slaves. |
| 28 | 412 | If then some thought to have a hold over me in virtue of a slut named Talena, doubtless even now somewhere in a collar and a slave's rag, if that, they were muchly, and profoundly, mistaken! I wondered where she might be. |
| 28 | 413 | In any event, it was no concern of mine. |
| 28 | 414 | There was suddenly a rush from my left, and something emerged from the darkness, from the trees, and I knelt down, on my right knee, heard the scrape of a blade on the metal, and, almost simultaneously, rose up, swinging the edged buckler up, violently, to the left, and it met resistance, and there was an ugly gurgling cry, and something stumbled back, and fell, away from the buckler. |
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How absurd that was! She had never been ranged naked in a coffle, standing, legs widely spread, hands clasped behind the back of her head, for assessment.
Yes, she was beautiful, but there were thousands more beautiful than she.
Had she not once been the daughter of a Ubar, what might she have brought? Perhaps three silver tarsks? Much would depend on the market, and the season.
Spring is a good time for selling slaves.
If then some thought to have a hold over me in virtue of a slut named Talena, doubtless even now somewhere in a collar and a slave's rag, if that, they were muchly, and profoundly, mistaken! I wondered where she might be.
In any event, it was no concern of mine.
There was suddenly a rush from my left, and something emerged from the darkness, from the trees, and I knelt down, on my right knee, heard the scrape of a blade on the metal, and, almost simultaneously, rose up, swinging the edged buckler up, violently, to the left, and it met resistance, and there was an ugly gurgling cry, and something stumbled back, and fell, away from the buckler.
- (Swordsmen of Gor)