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

I sensed them peering at Grendel, briefly, and then I half froze when I sensed them pointing in my direction, and was relieved, overwhelmingly, when they slowly, gracefully, moved to another perspective. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 32, Sentence #51)
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32 51 I View more quotes about sensed">sensed them peering at Grendel, briefly, and then I half froze when I sensed them pointing in my direction, and was relieved, overwhelmingly, when they slowly, gracefully, moved to another perspective.

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

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32 48 Timarchos, and then Lysymachos, began to chant in Kur, and this chant was taken up by the Kurii in the room.
32 49 Then, a few moments later, Lysymachos began to utter a series of short noises, and each of the attending Kurii responded to each of these noises with the same, brief response.
32 50 Meanwhile the eyes on the stalks lifted and surveyed the room.
32 51 I sensed them peering at Grendel, briefly, and then I half froze when I sensed them pointing in my direction, and was relieved, overwhelmingly, when they slowly, gracefully, moved to another perspective.
32 52 One had the sense that the machine, unconcerned with the chanting, and the subsequent utterances with their unmistakably repetitive, identical, rote response, was noting, and counting, each form in the room.
32 53 I heard another note on the bar, and the room was then quiet, redolent with an expectant silence.
32 54 I began then to feel hair rising on the back of my neck, and on my scalp, and forearms.
Timarchos, and then Lysymachos, began to chant in Kur, and this chant was taken up by the Kurii in the room. Then, a few moments later, Lysymachos began to utter a series of short noises, and each of the attending Kurii responded to each of these noises with the same, brief response. Meanwhile the eyes on the stalks lifted and surveyed the room. I sensed them peering at Grendel, briefly, and then I half froze when I sensed them pointing in my direction, and was relieved, overwhelmingly, when they slowly, gracefully, moved to another perspective. One had the sense that the machine, unconcerned with the chanting, and the subsequent utterances with their unmistakably repetitive, identical, rote response, was noting, and counting, each form in the room. I heard another note on the bar, and the room was then quiet, redolent with an expectant silence. I began then to feel hair rising on the back of my neck, and on my scalp, and forearms. - (Conspirators of Gor)