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Book 31. (1 results) Conspirators of Gor (Individual Quote)

The market was again bathed in cool light, and then, again, with the rolling of clouds, the moon was obscured, and the market became once more a jumble of shadows, a weird terrain of the night, a frightening desert of darkness, so different from the brightness, the bustle, the noise and tumult of the day. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 15, Sentence #148)
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15 148 The View more quotes about market">market was again bathed in cool light, and then, again, with the rolling of clouds, the moon was obscured, and the market became once more a jumble of shadows, a weird terrain of the night, a frightening desert of darkness, so different from the brightness, the bustle, the noise and tumult of the day.

Book 31. (7 results) Conspirators of Gor (Context Quote)

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15 145 I will stay, if only a little longer.
15 146 Again the clouds parted, and, again, one of the moons was visible.
15 147 I rose up a little, and looked over the counter of the stall.
15 148 The market was again bathed in cool light, and then, again, with the rolling of clouds, the moon was obscured, and the market became once more a jumble of shadows, a weird terrain of the night, a frightening desert of darkness, so different from the brightness, the bustle, the noise and tumult of the day.
15 149 Across the plaza the lamp, on its pole, was still lit.
15 150 I will go back to the domicile, I thought.
15 151 It was at that moment that I heard a heavy, grating sound, a scraping sound, some yards away.
I will stay, if only a little longer. Again the clouds parted, and, again, one of the moons was visible. I rose up a little, and looked over the counter of the stall. The market was again bathed in cool light, and then, again, with the rolling of clouds, the moon was obscured, and the market became once more a jumble of shadows, a weird terrain of the night, a frightening desert of darkness, so different from the brightness, the bustle, the noise and tumult of the day. Across the plaza the lamp, on its pole, was still lit. I will go back to the domicile, I thought. It was at that moment that I heard a heavy, grating sound, a scraping sound, some yards away. - (Conspirators of Gor)