Book 35. (1 results) Quarry of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 42 | 101 | "Rally, rally! View more quotes about attack">Attack, attack!" But I gathered that Pa-Kur, buffeted and ignored, surrounded by frantic, desperate, running men, soon found himself deserted in the corridor. |
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Book 35. (7 results) Quarry of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 42 | 98 | Flee! Flee while there is still time". |
| 42 | 99 | "Do not let your bodies rot for months on impaling spears, raised on the walls of the city, a warning to others, a testimony to the displeasure of the Men of Port Kar!" Amongst these voices I recognized that of Florian, and perhaps of Miles, and surely others. |
| 42 | 100 | "Stop! Stop!" cried Pa-Kur. |
| 42 | 101 | "Rally, rally! Attack, attack!" But I gathered that Pa-Kur, buffeted and ignored, surrounded by frantic, desperate, running men, soon found himself deserted in the corridor. |
| 42 | 102 | Addison Steele, Florian, Miles, and others, in their donned red scarves, blending in with the intruders, had strewn disorder and discord, confusion and terror, amongst the cohorts of mighty Pa-Kur. |
| 42 | 103 | His men fled, seeking stairwells, climbing, rushing, gasping, unopposed to the parapet, there hoping to avail themselves of the rope ladders by means of which the barges, were they still there, might be reached. |
| 42 | 104 | "Sleen! Sleen!" screamed Pa-Kur, and then it seems that he himself withdrew. |
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Flee! Flee while there is still time".
"Do not let your bodies rot for months on impaling spears, raised on the walls of the city, a warning to others, a testimony to the displeasure of the Men of Port Kar!" Amongst these voices I recognized that of Florian, and perhaps of Miles, and surely others.
"Stop! Stop!" cried Pa-Kur.
"Rally, rally! Attack, attack!" But I gathered that Pa-Kur, buffeted and ignored, surrounded by frantic, desperate, running men, soon found himself deserted in the corridor.
Addison Steele, Florian, Miles, and others, in their donned red scarves, blending in with the intruders, had strewn disorder and discord, confusion and terror, amongst the cohorts of mighty Pa-Kur.
His men fled, seeking stairwells, climbing, rushing, gasping, unopposed to the parapet, there hoping to avail themselves of the rope ladders by means of which the barges, were they still there, might be reached.
"Sleen! Sleen!" screamed Pa-Kur, and then it seems that he himself withdrew.
- (Quarry of Gor)