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Book 34. (1 results) Plunder of Gor (Individual Quote)

"And that, dear Grendel, my friend," said Kurik of Victoria, "is what transpired in the House of a Hundred Corridors". - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 49, Sentence #1)
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49 1 "And that, dear View more quotes about grendel">Grendel, my friend," said Kurik of Victoria, "is what transpired in the House of a Hundred Corridors".

Book 34. (7 results) Plunder of Gor (Context Quote)

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48 195 "Why do you ask such a question?" "I wish you well," she said.
48 196 She then turned away, to hurry from the doorway, to put herself in the keeping of the free woman, she with the parasol, whose mien, I feared, now suggested impatience.
48 197 "Good-bye," I said to her, in English.
49 1 "And that, dear Grendel, my friend," said Kurik of Victoria, "is what transpired in the House of a Hundred Corridors".
49 2 The strokes on the great bar, signaling the tenth Ahn, were still ringing when Kurik of Victoria and I, I heeling him, were ushered into an audience chamber in the House of a Hundred Corridors.
49 3 The building was large, but I doubted that it contained one hundred corridors.
49 4 "Welcome!" called a large, coarse-featured man in white and gold, rising from his curule chair on its dais, and hurrying down to embrace Kurik of Victoria, warmly.
"Why do you ask such a question?" "I wish you well," she said. She then turned away, to hurry from the doorway, to put herself in the keeping of the free woman, she with the parasol, whose mien, I feared, now suggested impatience. "Good-bye," I said to her, in English. "And that, dear Grendel, my friend," said Kurik of Victoria, "is what transpired in the House of a Hundred Corridors". The strokes on the great bar, signaling the tenth Ahn, were still ringing when Kurik of Victoria and I, I heeling him, were ushered into an audience chamber in the House of a Hundred Corridors. The building was large, but I doubted that it contained one hundred corridors. "Welcome!" called a large, coarse-featured man in white and gold, rising from his curule chair on its dais, and hurrying down to embrace Kurik of Victoria, warmly. - (Plunder of Gor)