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Book 30. (1 results) Mariners of Gor (Individual Quote)

There was no doubt that the traitress, the former false Ubara, Talena, was lovely. - (Mariners of Gor, Chapter 24, Sentence #311)
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24 311 There was no View more quotes about doubt">doubt that the traitress, the former false Ubara, Talena, was lovely.

Book 30. (7 results) Mariners of Gor (Context Quote)

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24 308 To claim however that she was the most beautiful woman on all Gor seemed absurd.
24 309 A similar claim might have been made of thousands of free women, and with considerably more justification, given their revelatory garmenture, their total lack of veiling, and such, of tens of thousands of slaves.
24 310 Who is to assess the complementarities, and mysteries, of such matters? A woman who is a pot girl to one fellow may be a dream to another, worthy of a diamond collar and a chain at the foot of a Ubar's throne.
24 311 There was no doubt that the traitress, the former false Ubara, Talena, was lovely.
24 312 I myself, however, would have preferred to have the lips and tongue of another on my feet.
24 313 She who had worn the medallion of power in Ar now passed me, far from the city, far from her flatterers and servitors, far from the throne, merely another slave, wrist-shackled, tunicked, and barefoot.
24 314 The climb to the castle would be lengthy, and arduous.
To claim however that she was the most beautiful woman on all Gor seemed absurd. A similar claim might have been made of thousands of free women, and with considerably more justification, given their revelatory garmenture, their total lack of veiling, and such, of tens of thousands of slaves. Who is to assess the complementarities, and mysteries, of such matters? A woman who is a pot girl to one fellow may be a dream to another, worthy of a diamond collar and a chain at the foot of a Ubar's throne. There was no doubt that the traitress, the former false Ubara, Talena, was lovely. I myself, however, would have preferred to have the lips and tongue of another on my feet. She who had worn the medallion of power in Ar now passed me, far from the city, far from her flatterers and servitors, far from the throne, merely another slave, wrist-shackled, tunicked, and barefoot. The climb to the castle would be lengthy, and arduous. - (Mariners of Gor)