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Book 2. (1 results) Outlaw of Gor (Individual Quote)

It shattered into a million sporadic gleaming fragments, shocking the place into a moment of supreme silence. - (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter 1, Sentence #104)
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Book 2. (7 results) Outlaw of Gor (Context Quote)

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1 101 "It means," laughed Cabot, a mirthless laugh, "—to the Priest-Kings of Gor!" He rose unsteadily.
1 102 He seemed tall, strange, almost of another world in that subdued light, in that quiet atmosphere of small, genial civilized noises.
1 103 Then without warning, with a bitter laugh, at once a lament and a cry of rage, he hurled the glass violently to the wall.
1 104 It shattered into a million sporadic gleaming fragments, shocking the place into a moment of supreme silence.
1 105 And in that sudden instant of startled, awe-struck silence, I heard him clearly, intensely, repeat in a hoarse whisper that strange phrase, "Ta-Sardar-Gor!" The bartender, a heavy, soft-faced man, waddled to the table.
1 106 One of his fat hands nervously clutched a short leather truncheon, weighted with shot.
1 107 The bartender jerked his thumb toward the door.
"It means," laughed Cabot, a mirthless laugh, "—to the Priest-Kings of Gor!" He rose unsteadily. He seemed tall, strange, almost of another world in that subdued light, in that quiet atmosphere of small, genial civilized noises. Then without warning, with a bitter laugh, at once a lament and a cry of rage, he hurled the glass violently to the wall. It shattered into a million sporadic gleaming fragments, shocking the place into a moment of supreme silence. And in that sudden instant of startled, awe-struck silence, I heard him clearly, intensely, repeat in a hoarse whisper that strange phrase, "Ta-Sardar-Gor!" The bartender, a heavy, soft-faced man, waddled to the table. One of his fat hands nervously clutched a short leather truncheon, weighted with shot. The bartender jerked his thumb toward the door. - (Outlaw of Gor)